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.
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