I know it makes me look impatient, but as far as I remember this was supposed to be a question-and-answer kinda thing.
Yep, we're leaving.
But first: since we removed all old questions and answers, well, let me present myself: Hi, reader! I'm Emanuele Vulcano, iOS, Mac and web developer of supposedly good taste; I have a degree in Engineering of Computer Systems; and I'm employed.
Employed? This is new.
Yep. That's why we're going to be on tour! As of October 2011, bureaucracy willing, I'll move to San Francisco and work in Cupertino, CA.
In Cupertino!? You mean you're gonna work for…
No, shshshshhhh, shuddup, I'm not listening, next question.
NEXT QUESTION I SAY.
— oh, okay. Well, it's a long way from home, isn't it?
Yep! (For the record, gentle reader: I spent all my life in Milan, Italy.)
And, uh, what's going to happen to the Labs website?
It's going to stay up. Just don't expect updates to the software anytime soon. (I already published what I think will be Afloat's final update, and Mover's is going to follow before the end of September.)
So, all those promises that you conveniently deleted from this very page…
Told you they were valid barring unforeseen events. And this was the epitome of unforeseen.
That said, would you say no to work with you-know-who just to live tweaking Mover?
Well, uh, it depends. And there wouldn't have been just Mover, you know? There could've been more, and…
Seriously: would you have said no?
There you have it.
That's it? No more questions? Oh well: just drop a line by mail or on my Twitter profile if there are any, ok? I'll respond with grace and charm and wit and — oh, who am I kidding, I'll respond badly, as usual. But I'll respond.
Ah, yes, another thing: no, the Labs was not buried deep underground in a not-actually-real cave; it was not sitting atop a naturally-occurring singularity that blatantly altered the laws of physics; didn't use it to distill 99.99% pure love and pure awesome for software products, and it didn't suffer from infestations of creatures from alternate realities — including hyperintelligent gerbils. It was just a guy in a room. But it sure was fun to imagine otherwise.