Books,
Now I am not one to brag, but I do like to get involved in a yarn or three at a alcohol-fueled shindig and jive off about this and that- hoping that the smoking hot blonde across the way hears me bellow said bullshit so that she thinks I am a keeper and things get real later on that night.
How does one get to have such spectacular knowledge though?
Well, gone are the days of BOOKS.
You remember them, it may take you thinking back a few years, all those trees they cut down just so our brains can induce information that most of us would never use again?
Now most people think, righto- I am going to grab a book, look like a smart bastard and go for it.
Most of us get to page 15, sly off into another thing to do or jump on youporn.com.
Thats the way modern literature is- outdated, overly priced and quite simply too time consuming.
The virgins in silicon valley saw this a few years ago, such products as the Kindle came out. Now, not so shockingly, the product was a flop. Do yourself a favor, try and count ten people you know with a kindle faster than ten people you know with an iPhone. You cant.
Steve "Ballin" Jobs (now deceased and rick rolling Abe Lincoln at 2-7 lowball triple draw in the afterlife, daily) came out with products that literally spread faster than that rash you had that one time that you never went to the doctors about. Yet the virgins at Apple decided they could take this a step further, get books onto the product that every monkey and his tick seemed to have his hands on (the iPhone).
iBooks was born.
Now for those of you who have a bookshelf near them at home or their office, jump up off your arse, waddle over there and pick up a dozen big suckers from the bookshelf. Heavy, aint it?
Now jump on your iPhone, or iPad, or whatever "i" gadget you have and grab a dozen books from the iBooks store. A great number of titles are for free, I myself downloaded a dozen of those suckers last night after a few too many burbouns.
Not so heavy to carry those dozen books around now, eh?
So, I emplore you, grab a decent bottle of strong liquor, biff it all over that bookshelf- and let that mother burn to the ground. Dont forget to save some for yourself though, as thats just a crying shame if you dont.
Books are gone for the count.
Now if you excuse me, I am flicking through Charles Darwin's "The Origin of Species"- maybe the next broad I meet at a party has the hots for evolutionary theory, you never know.
Bain
