emmineb

It's 2010. That's the sequel of 2001. People should be like, sending me postcards from the moons of pluto or something. Instead I got this phone; true it's nifty that it's got more computing power than the whole Soviet Bloc in 1969. But it's still just a phone. Without a chord. What a piece of junk. So once again, where's my fucking millennium falcon, motherfucker?



Hat tip to Egils for inspiration.