Aliens Ate My Wall Street (2/23/98)
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Okay, someone please confirm that we aren't seeing things. When we visited O'Grady's PowerPage earlier today for the latest info in the world of Apple laptops, the day's entry consisted of nothing but a sleek, stylish black-and-white graphic of a Powerbook and a question mark, not linked to any URL and bearing no descriptive text. "Oooooooooo" was our first response. "Aaaaahhhhhhh" was our second. "What the hell is this?" was our third.

Given that AtAT staff has a collective attention span that rivals a two-year-old's for brevity (we blame the superfast arcade action of Ultra-United's Battle Girl-- darn twitch games), three reactions is our limit for any single given task, and we moseyed down the 'net in search of further informational junk-food sustenance. Later, when memories of the stark and puzzling image poked at our raw and tortured psyche, we returned to the PowerPage in hopes of finding some explanation for the graphic. When we arrived, however, we found that the entire image had been removed. Not a trace remained. In fact, the page had reverted to Saturday's trivia entry, with nary a hint that anything had changed for a couple of days.

So, uh, are we nuts? Did we imagine the whole thing? Or is this a deliberate attempt to make us doubt our obviously tenuous grasp on our sanity? Until we know, we'll stick with the most likely explanation: Aliens.

 
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The above scene was taken from the 2/23/98 episode:

February 23, 1998: Armchair analysts fire up the abaci as they consult the gods for news on Apple's Q2 financial results. Meanwhile, aliens that communicate via strange, hieroglyphic-style symbols appear to have abducted the PowerPage staff, and a trip to the local CompUSA for a new Mac may doom you to a lifetime of loneliness and no sales help...

Other scenes from that episode:

  • 477: Don Those Thinking Caps (2/23/98)   Well heck, we at AtAT are still recovering from the cardiac arrhythmia induced by last month's surprise announcement of an Apple Q1 profit, yet everyone else seems to have recovered pretty fully. Some people are so recovered, in fact, that they're already thinking about the next quarterly results...

  • 479: Waiting for the Man (2/23/98)   MacReview has reprised their investigative journey down to the local CompUSA to check on the progress of the Apple store-within-a-store therein. On Mark Starlin's first visit, he found a lot of style but no substance; while everything looked great, there wasn't a soul to be seen...

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