Thanks for a hell of a phone, Steve. I poke at that thing like a million times a day.

If you’re still alive somewhere out there, I hope you spend like four hours a day minimum eating tacos, and that your coffin is filled with a robot double imbued with your consciousness that will emerge from your grave some day in the future to save the surviving mutants from poor usability and drab industrial design.

NYCC is sneaking up, like a sneaky little supercompressed foam ball of stress and anxiety, ready to instantly spring fifty times larger on contact with water. See you there!