I've said a lot of bad things about Steve over the years. The things I've heard about him as a person convinced me he was a despicable human being. But I sit here--among three Macintosh computers, my iPhone, with Logic Pro running in the background and using my GUI interface to type this message--and I realize that you don't really know what you have, or what you've been given until it's gone.
Tonight, I drink to you, Steve. I raise my glass to your vision, your innovation, and your insistence that everything be just right.
Let's all bear something in mind. UPS is not meant to be a benefit to you, they're meant to be a benefit to the merchant you bought your greatly-anticipated toy from. UPS goes to great lengths to make shipping easy and convenient for their clients at considerable cost, which is gladly passed on to you, the consumer.
Look, I know the Mexican drug cartels are some of the most despicable villains in the world. But when I see clever little things like this, in the face of our government's futile and laughable efforts to stop it, I kind of cheer it on.
In 15-20 years the seniors who continue to strike down legalization efforts will be dead or too senile to vote and the drug lords will become obsolete and end up scrubbing toilets for a living. The stoners will smoke themselves into a stupor for a few years until the novelty of it not being illicit wears off and then only smoke it at parties or keggers. People with chronic pain will finally be able to fight chronic with chronic without getting their door busted down by the feds. The tobacco companies will grow it legally and make back double what they lost on the settlements of the 90s. Still no flying cars or self-lacing Nikes, though.