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I couldnt stop myself
A+ September 1985
This issue's cover image was duplicated inside to head off the Macintosh section, which strove to compare the nearly-ready Lotus Jazz and Microsoft Excel while insisting both of them would help the Mac succeed in business markets. Maggie Canon's editorial, though, had to deal with Steve Jobs being kicked upstairs to Chairman of the Board after plans to "create a product and then create a market" had gone awry and the Apple II still had to be considered essential to the company.
Steve, lives everywhere., 2014
Cover of the Apple IIc computer brochure - 1984.
The air was thick with tension as you stepped into the dimly lit bar, the sound of clinking glasses and murmured conversations wrapping around you like a warm blanket. You weren’t here for just any drink; you were here for a meeting that could change everything. But your heart raced for another reason entirely.
Toji Fushiguro was sitting at the far end of the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand, his dark hair slightly tousled, exuding an aura of danger and allure. His presence was magnetic, drawing you in despite the warnings you’d been given about him. You took a deep breath and approached your resolve hardening.
“Mind if I join you?” you asked, trying to sound casual, even as your heart raced.
Toji looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. “Not at all. I was wondering when you’d show up.” His voice was low and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine.
You took a seat beside him, the heat radiating off his body making it hard to focus. “I thought we needed to discuss the mission.”
“Sure,” he said, leaning closer, his breath warm against your ear. “But I’m more interested in what you think of me.”
You felt a flush creep up your cheeks, but you met his gaze. “You’re dangerous, Toji. I’ve heard the stories.”
He chuckled darkly. “Stories don’t always tell the whole truth. Besides, danger can be… exhilarating.”
You swallowed hard, the tension between you palpable. “Maybe so, but it’s not something I can ignore.”
“Why don’t we take this somewhere a little more private?” he suggested, his eyes glinting with mischief.
You hesitated, but something deep inside you urged you to leap. “All right, lead the way.”
Toji stood, his presence towering over you as he guided you out of the bar and into a secluded alleyway, the city lights dimming behind you. Once the door clicked shut, he turned to you, his demeanor shifting from playful to serious. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?”
“No,” you replied, your voice steady despite the quickening of your heart. “But I know better than to underestimate you.”
His smirk returned, and before you could process what was happening, he closed the distance between you, his lips crashing onto yours. The kiss was fierce and hungry, igniting a fire within you that you hadn’t expected. You melted against him, fingers threading through his hair as he deepened the kiss, his hands gripping your waist possessively.
Toji pulled away just enough to catch his breath, his eyes dark with desire. “I knew you’d be fun.”
You bit your lip, a playful smile spreading across your face. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Let’s see just how fun we can be,” he murmured, his voice low and enticing.
With that, he pulled you back in for another kiss, his hands exploring your body, leaving no room for doubt about his intentions. You responded eagerly, giving in to the thrill of the moment, the world outside fading into the background as you lost yourself in him.
Toji’s hands roamed your curves, pressing you against the cool brick wall of the alley, the excitement of being caught mingling with the heat of the night. Your breath hitched as he pulled away, eyes scanning your face with a predatory gaze.
“Tell me you want this,” he said, voice thick with desire.
“I want this,” you breathed, and in that instant, he captured your lips again, the kiss igniting the air around you.
Lost in the thrill of forbidden desire, you knew this was a night you would never forget—a night where boundaries blurred and passion ruled.
Proposed New Logo
In an Oval Office meeting today, Apple’s Tim Cook gifted Dear Leader a 24-carat hunk of gold with some kind of Apple-glass trophy-plaque, and then proceeded to abase himself further by unboxing the gift and setting up on the Resolute Desk. Cook acted as if the glass—made in Kentucky—was a novel thing, even though Apple’s been procuring the product from the Corning plant there for years. I imagine Cook sees all of this obeisance as good for his shareholders, but that doesn’t make any of it any less humiliating. Once again, corporate America openly capitulates to Trumpism and plays the Mango Mussolini’s vanity like some kind of flute.
Apple logo concept. What do you think? 👇😅