???? — 2022 · Everything Else
Adidas Yeezy
murdered
Untouchable, he said. The box said otherwise.
Untouchable, he said. The box said otherwise.
Hundreds of pilots at a time, and every flight sim since owes it a wingtip salute.
A keyboard-less computer with big dreams, gone when its maker went under.
It beamed your life phone-to-phone with a tap, and died as quietly as it faded.
The first 64-bit system, if you were willing to meet it halfway
Nougat, caramel, deep purple wrapper — it gave Mars a run for its money, then gave up.
The table talk goes quiet, but the ambassador's seat is still saved.
Be kind, rewind — the whole world did, and then the world moved on
A purple friend who told jokes and took notes — rest easy, buddy
It won a Pulitzer, then the budget meeting happened.
128 KB, three personalities, and one very good keyboard — it left with dignity.
He ran through every level; the servers just stopped running with him.
It saw right through you, and we loved it for that.
Dealt a final hand in 1997; the deck was good, the ending was not.
First console online, first console off our shelves too soon.
He made a bird we couldn't stop tapping, then took it away to save us from ourselves.
Born for a birthday, gone by spring: Mario never overstayed a party.
It told a generation they were the coolest kid in school. Rest easy, flame emoji.
A pie with ambition: even McDonald's couldn't keep New Zealand from loving it.
Killed to make room for Google+, which didn't outlive it by much either
It fed us the internet one feed at a time, until Google decided we were full.
Ahead of its time by exactly one inbox.
It taught the world JavaScript one small hop at a time. Certificate pending, forever.
It drank with us once, and the internet was never the same.
Two liters of screaming joy, nine gears of nothing but smiles.
It snoozed our emails but could not snooze its own end.
A thousand songs in your pocket, and twenty years of them in our hearts.
Guarana-fueled and gone too soon — even its fans filed a formal protest.
Three-on-three, fifty-six heroes, one impossible dream team — gone too soon
It kept the hot side hot and the cool side cool, right up until the world went warm on styrofoam.
Two years, a billion dollars, forty-eight days on the shelf — gone too soon, loved anyway.
Nudged us a thousand times, then signed off for good.
Sweeter, smarter on paper, and never once loved back
A Virginian with bite; the porch is quieter now.
Squeezed fresh, laid to rest in a boardroom.
It looks like you're writing an epitaph. Would you like help with that?
Things were going to be OK. They were not, but thanks for asking.
Cookie for breakfast, joy for a decade, gone too soon — even Korea mourned with you.
It put the future in our pockets, then got pocketed itself.
Killed not by weak sales, but by one family's peanut butter grudge
Berry cola fusion, electric blue, gone too soon.
Born to chase a Mustang, gone too soon — still smoking the tires in our hearts.
Eight processors, one mission: make great games. Rest well, complicated friend.
Every format, any theater, one ticket at a time — gone far too soon and far too messily.
Sliced from the lineup in 2009, but the peel kept coming back.
It made moving pictures from mere words, then moved on.
Too hardcore for its own spreadsheet. The fans never stopped believing.
It flipped open, thumbed its last message, and the cloud quietly took everything with it.
First diet cola, last to the door. The can has no warning label for heartbreak.
It slowed your voice down and sped up the holidays; no kid ever asked it to stop.
Smallest major console ever, biggest heart in the lineup
Six seconds was all it needed to change everything
It really whipped the llama's behind, right up until the very end
Beautifully flat, ahead of its time, and stranded by its own family.
Crystal clear, mildly boozy, forever unbothered by what beer thought of it.