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On Wednesday, Apple’s market cap moved past Microsoft’s by $3 billion, which had CNN Money declaring Microsoft “no longer the industry’s alpha dog.”
CNN Money interviewed a couple experts on what Microsoft had to do to continue keeping up with the Jobses, with one analyst suggesting:
“They have to continue to try to find other businesses, otherwise growth is always going to be bound by the PC market. Wall Street believes in Apple because Apple continues to put out new products that capture the imaginations of the press and tech pundits. Microsoft just hasn’t been able to come up with a new multi billion dollar business like Apple.”
And while we’re no experts, we are a target demo, as the owners of about a dozen Apple products between us, so here’s another suggestion:
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They say the iPad’s target demo is 18-34, but that’s likely to go up after the olds see this video of master pianist and bedhead-giver Lang Lang playing an encore–Rimsky-Korsakov’s “Flight of the Bumblebee”–on it:
My bank account says yes. But my heart says WANT.
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Kylie, Bill Gates’ pint-sized, secret advertising weapon, is back in a new ad for Windows 7, which debuts October 22.
Once again, we will not be manipulated. We are not PC’s, dammit! Not now, not ever. PC’s aren’t cute. PC’s have no personality. PC’s are like that okay-looking bad kisser you meet at a bar and go home with whom you decide later on in the evening you don’t even have the energy to sleep with even though you really really need sex whom you then have to hastily kick out of your house because you’ve decided that how you really want to spend your evening is drinking alone and catching up on your TiVo.
That said, Damn you, Bill Gates. Damn. You. For. Almost. Making. Us. Wish. We. Were. PC’s. You. Prick.
Question: Who can resist the ineffable charms of a 4 1/2 year-old, tech-savvy, chubby-cheeked little Asian tater tot who emails her parents, doctors her pictures, has a pet fish named Dorothy, and tries to sell you a PC?
Answer: We can.
But it is. Oh. So. Hard. Because. She. Is. Our. Achilles. Heel. Damn. You. Bill. Gates.