Steve Jobs - take away the "jobs" and he's just "Steve."

Just like any typical American these days, I find myself feeling a bit like Harry Burns from When Harry Met Sally - insisting on reading the last page of any book first, just in case of unexpected death by Malaria. (What if insidious, exotic mosquitos rise up like the Terminator and take over the subway? In a life without health insurance, I can assure you that hostile, mosquito-based-illnesses are a totally valid concern.) In any case, I found myself reading the last in a series of articles on The Huffington Post today - courtesy of their News Articles That Make You Want To Maybe Build A Batcave And Wait Out The End Of Days Section. Apparently, Apple shareholders wouldn't mind booking a private place, like maybe Hogwarts' Room of Requirement or Punky Brewster's treehouse or 1985, for their next board meeting - no cell phones allowed! No handhelds allowed! No emailing allowed! No streaming to the website allowed! Clearly, this can mean only one of two things. Either 1 - finally, FINALLY (please god let it be true), Sonic the Hedgehog has come to iphone and now the iphone is too awesome for its own meetings, or 2 - Steve Jobs is driving everyone crazy with his newfound facebook-for-iphone obsession. I can only imagine the kinds of shit he posts to Twitter.