I’ve been using MS Office for so long, I hadn’t thought about this before—pointed out by John Gruber:

Icon for the Save button is still a floppy disk, despite the fact that Apple hasn’t sold a machine with a floppy drive for a decade.

UPDATE: Email from a DF reader:

I help out in an elementary school, sometimes in the computer lab, and always get a laugh out of how there is absolutely no way to convey to a bunch of 8 year old kids which button they should click to save without physically pointing it out or describing the one next to it.

Tell them to “click the disk” and they look around for a CD icon. Tell them to “click the floppy disk” and they laugh at the word “floppy.” The machines have floppy disk drives, but the kids have never seen them used.

(via Daring Fireball)

From another Mike hero on twitter, this time Mike Lisk:

I have a bad new habit. When I have to get the attention of someone wearing earphones in public, I treat them like furniture or dumb animals. I wave at them or grasp them firmly by the shoulders and move them out of my way as if they were inanimate objects. Sometimes they get lippy, but by then I’m just a memory; a memory convulsed by laughter.
—Mike Lisk’s twitter

Not sure if that semicolon was punctuational appropriate, though.

I forget who Mike Monteiro is, or why I follow his twitter feed. But I like him. And I remember John Gruber of Daring Fireball turned me onto him—so I don’t think I’m wrong. But I am often.

We have the hottest first couple in the history of ever. http://flic.kr/p/7JDsym
—Mike Monteiro’s twitter

Check out the wordy disclaimers on flickr. Can’t blame ‘em, I guess.

I remember doing Where the Wild Things Are in kindergarten.

(via Frangry)

Frangry knows what’s up: Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros – Home (click to listen).

Also happens to be one of the few, rare songs that are in my personal, particular, whistling octave (or what the fuck ever)—meaning I can whistle along and actually harmonize. Imagine that.

[him]
I’ll follow you into the park,
Through the jungle, through the dark,
Girl, I never loved one like you.

[her]
Moats and boats and waterfalls,
Alleyways and pay phone calls,
I’ve been everywhere with you.

[him]
We laugh until we think we’ll die,
Barefoot on a summer night,
Nothin’ new is sweeter than with you.

[her]
And in the streets you run a-free,
Like it’s only you and me,
Jeez, you’re something to see.

[both]
Ahh, home. Let me go home.
Home is wherever I’m with you.
Ahh, home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.
Home is wherever I’m with you.