So not making this stuff up. I was at my desk this morning
basking in the warm glow of the giant dual screen setup seriously scrutinizing seismic data when the iPhone spontaneously started to play Al Johnson’s “Carnival Time.” Not only is the girl growing scarily self-aware, she has good timing and great taste in music. And yet, it’s 2012. Await the iApocalypse. Happy Carnival, y’all! It may be our last!