There was one point in the latter half, and I won't say anything as a spoiler, where I laughed loudly and vigorously (clue: it relates to a hapless LIGHTING TECHNICIAN--YES, I said it, LIGHTING TECHNICIAN, let the ASC sue me).

A top-notch, visually seamless and well-conceived/produced mashup!

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It was a Mac
it was a monster Mac
A monster Mac
nigh impossible to hack
it was a Mac
No need for a BIOS flash
it was a Mac
it was a Monster Mac

From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the iPods feast
The Roombas all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes

They were all Macs
They were all monster Macs
Those monster Macs
It was a proprietary smash
They did the Mac
It caught on in a flash
They did the Mac
They did the monster Mac

The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Justin Long,
John Mayer and his son

The scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds
iGor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffee-shoppers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, "The Vente-Mocha Five"

They played on Macs
They played on monster Macs
On monster Macs
It was a graveyard smash
They played Macs
It caught on in a flash
They played on Macs
They played on monster Macs

Out from his coffin, Jobs's voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist
And said, "Whatever happened to my two-ee twist?"

It's now the Mac
It's now the Monster Mac
The monster Mac
And it's a networked smash
It's now the Mac
It's caught on in a flash
It's now the Mac
It's now the monster Mac

Now everything's cool, Jobs's a part of the band
And my monster Mac is the hit of the land
For you, the living, this Mac was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you

Then you can Mac
Then you can monster Mac
The monster Mac
And do my Genius-bar smash
Then you can Mac
You'll catch on in a flash
Then you can Mac
Then you can monster Mac

aaaah-oooooooohhh...

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The fire burned its self out leaving a scorch mark in the concrete.

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OTHER than that, my best story was a brand new hair dryer that the first time I fire it up (snark snark), flames shot out on my (thankfully) wet hair. Ever since I respectfully point the dryer away from me when turning it on.

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I ultimately recovered, but with much diminished capacity. Comparable to if a 6 year old had multiple strokes and a frontal lobotomy.

And I've been commenting on Gizmodo ever since.

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And what is this "Zing" thing next to my comment box? -->

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