Well, it was a measure of simple, for anyone accustomed to modern hardware. It would have been simpler had it said 'oh, look a new version of iOS, let's download that' instead of giving a mildly cryptic error message. But we've been beaten into submission by technology. Anything that doesn't leave us on our knees, screaming and tearing out chunks of hair, or beating ourselves about the head with a keyboard while keening, is viewed as not actively unpleasant. We have my good friend, Finestre, The Demon of Such Things to thank for that. To think, back in the day, the Grand Council of Hell didn't think she'd have much success with her 'petty little technological torments.' Now which demon has the big house in Dress Down Friday, Hell's best suburb?