A Horrible iRumor

I've been reading a lot of speculation lately that Steve Jobs' cancer is back. And certainly, the pictures don't look good.

I joke a lot on this site, but I mean this very seriously (and as unselfishly as possible):

Say it ain't so.

I never hung posters of boy idols as a teenager, but, if it was allowed, I would hang posters of Mr. Jobs now. He's my hero.




His iGenius, iTenacity, and iMadness—a winning combination in my book—have quite literally transformed my life.

Just yesterday, I was driving home from work and this song came on the radio (while scanning between very serious talk radio programs)



Remember this? Please don't send me hate mail about adulterating a Steve Jobs post with Wreckx-N-Effect. Please.

Anyway, it made me laugh. So when I got home, I ran upstairs, pulled up iTunes, bought it, slapped it on my iPod, and voila, added at least a mile to my next run. No stores. No need to buy nine other offensive songs. And, most importantly, no need to attempt to get through the tape sticker thingys on new CD jackets that were invented to drive people mad.

Jobs cut through all that.

And I wouldn't be here, on this blog, without him.

Get well soon, Mr. Jobs.