I am sitting in a journalism class, which I have already mentioned. The teacher has been talking about the importance of keeping a source’s anonymity, and of course, is talking about deep throat.

We need some new famous anonymous people, here. What’s up with that? By the time everyone kicks the bucket and deep throat’s identity is revealed, no one will care.

I probably will not recognize the name, since I hate the news anyway.

But I am sitting here in front of an iMac. That’s what I’m wrting this on. Can you hear the accent? goodness gracious, it’s a juicy blue one, too, almost the color of Crest Gelpaste…Mmmm…Minty!

I am told that simply ALL the newspapers use Apple computers.

Ugh. I thought I left that behind. This silly little iMac is already proving annoying. I was unable to find the tool that lets me create a link to the previous blog where I talk about my journalism class.

SIGH

perhaps I am just bitching. Not being able to find a tool doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist…

My brother (hi~!) was a Mac-aroni from the beginning. He started out in desktop publishing and so my first experience with computers (not counting the wind-up tandy color computer, that really hardly COUNTS, especially since my brothers hogged it anyway) is with the mac. The FIRST mac.

Finally, as a wise and discerning adult, I discovered PCs and Windows.

It was beautiful. I am quite happy with my computer. It does EVERYTHING i want it to do, and I don’t have to save my word documents in an RTF format.

well.

that was a pointless rant, based on the fact that I am sitting in class being bored. I’m sure I added nothing to the holy war being raged by the Mac-ophiles against the mostly uninterested PC users.

If I become a famous journalist some day, i may have to use an iBook.
I suppose fame has its price.