I know J mentioned it earlier, but this being a pop culture-type site, and this likely being one of the biggest stories for people who read that kind of thing over the next few weeks, I thought I'd use the spot for a little free therapy and ramble a little.
I have an apology to make to the internet. You see, I killed Steve Jobs. Okay, not really…but I have to admit that when I heard the news, for just a brief second, that thought did cross my mind. You see, I took a day off of work today. Cleaned my apartment, did laundry, bought groceries, picked up a couple movies and a cd, and grabbed and read this week’s new release comics. All in all, a really good day. I was writing up a thing about the comics for here on Fruitless Pursuits when I took a break to check my Twitter. And that’s when I read the news that Steve Jobs had died. It’s weird, how the first thing people think of when they hear of someone’s death is how it affects their own lives. It’s human nature I guess, but it makes me feel guilty nonetheless.