Ugh was bent over him, concern in his perfect blue eyes. When Glug awoke, it was to the annoying feeling of water being sluiced into his face, and the equally annoying scent of Ugh’s aftershave Mammoth Musk. It snapped free and dropped directly onto Glug’s pointy head with a thunk. Directly over his head, a chunk of rock trembled and shook as it pulled free from the ceiling. One day, while Ugh was out hunting game and posturing for the caveladies, Glug was sitting morosely in his cave, absently scratching under his loincloth and telling himself that he was not jealous of that lout Ugh. His pal Glug was just the opposite: nervous, toothy, skinny (except for the little pot belly he’d earned from eating too many delivery pizzas), and smart. Ugh was a handsome, sportsy, outdoorsy type, with a stunning physique and the mental capacity of a waterbug. Once upon a time, way back in the Stone Age, lived two cavemen, Ugh and Glug. An IBM technician lambasting the Apple Lisa’s GUI A massive winding down, regressing away from language, in order to address the technological nervousness of the user.” “What I saw in the Xerox PARC technology was the caveman interface, you point and you grunt.
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