The only intuitive interface is a nipple.
St. Matthew’s 2012 Auction (by Jeff Paulson). Featuring my friend Sarah.
2:50 — Twitter has already blown up about Blake’s dunk. @Jose3030 gets the video up in eight minutes. Dozens of players have stacked exclamation points and every courtside reporter has quickly tweeted off his best approximation of orgasm-by-140-characters. The first animated GIF makes the rounds before five minutes of actual game time have elapsed. By the two-minute mark, hundreds of eulogies for Perkins have been written. Somewhere, a twee blogger who values his childhood too much is writing a series of haikus. The Blake Show doesn’t air on ESPN or KCAL9 or Prime West Ticket. It airs on social media.
Why assume so glibly that the God who presumably created the universe is still running it? It is certainly perfectly conceivable that He may have finished it and then turned it over to lesser gods to operate. In the same way many human institutions are turned over to grossly inferior men. This is true, for example, of most universities, and of all great newspapers.