I wa s wokring at some company that even though Steve Jobs worked there wasn’t Apple. There was some secretive presentation tah was gonig on though. Some guy kept having me fix stupid little roblem s on his mac, or suggesting things to set up that wouldn’t workk. Like upgrading firmware on some server to get sound working on his laptop. Lots of peopele were given beamers for working here, I just wanted a delorean. Also everyone had a hadt that told others how many customizations they had done, presumably computer customizations.
When I went home I went into the basement for omething and I think Bart was down there, and my fee t looked like I was homer. There was some stange blob that ate through a concrete wall, then started squirmnng around by my feet. I kept jumping out of its way so it didn’t eat them. Bart told it not to, and I had to kick it once. It kept coming after me even as I ran up the stairs. I thin its name was butter. When I ran upstairs there was somedirt it started eating instead
I was having all of a certain filetype, a zip named after Sia, open a certain way. OS X let me choose how hidden I wanted the window to open when it opened by showing quarters of a skupll . Jimbo was testing it by offering a glass of beer, though I coulddn’t tell the difference and I think his face was a skull itself. Otto caem and drank the beer.