Fearing a mob mentality, I escape to the high ground.
The boys, out for an early dinner.
Johnny Jackass shows his guns.
Johnny Jackass runs for his life. The crowd cheers for the whale.
Thrusting, Johnny knew this was his only chance to do this, and he was going to savor it.
The geeks discuss, at length, which of the founding Steves has more raw sex appeal.
Your trash contains 85kg of Caffeine. Are you sure you want to empty it?
With nothing better to do in line, attendees passed around an iPod containing a podcast recorded by someone further ahead in line.
The escalator to keynote heaven. Run, don't walk.
Tyler, attending his first keynote, is eager to tell everyone how he's about to get his steve-cherry popped.
The mac geek, the powerful, the...um...single white males.
Because I live for taking a picture of a guy taking video of a guy talking on a cell.
"Ok folks, red button means sit down. Green button means get up and boogie. I'm only going to tell you this once."
His Steveness emerges from the very fabric of the Moscone Center curtain, as always.
It's a classic story: you go to sleep one night and then wake up institutionalized next to a man claiming to be a computer. Also, you suspect he's stolen your pants.