With the name “Time Machine,” I guess I should have realized the similarity sooner:

Every time I run Time Machine I expect to see Steve Job’s face zooming in and the familiar dum-de-dum dum-de-dum theme music playing.
With the name “Time Machine,” I guess I should have realized the similarity sooner:

Every time I run Time Machine I expect to see Steve Job’s face zooming in and the familiar dum-de-dum dum-de-dum theme music playing.
I found a cache of old cassette tapes last night, and this morning began listening to them — an exercise in nostalgia. One of the tapes held bits and pieces of some old episodes of Garrison Keillor's "A Prairie Home [more...]