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26.06.2006 - 10:08 I remember why I hate Macintoshes now. They're not built for brutes like me. They're too graceful; built like ballerinas. Yes, perhaps you can organize your photos with no fuss, or create an experimental band with your new dorm roommate, or - I daresay - write, direct, edit, and finance (through the magic of online gambling made possible by the "marvelous" web browser Safari) your classic coming-of-age story starring yourself. But I won't be able to do any of that because my fucking hands won't allow me to type on this dogshit keyboard. Nothing works. Nothing. The shift key doesn't shift, all they keys double tthhemsellvess exceptfor the spacebarwhichnever seemstoworrk very well. the mousepad never even mouses properly. I hate them. Writing this entry has taken me so long, it's unreal. the amount of unintentional spelling and grammar errors in this thhing is staggering. Keep your slick marketing, Apple. I'll use my hands for busting up graduates of the Julliard Dance Academy (Bill Brasky: I got no message anywhere. I got three phonecalls yesterday morning, and a hangup for a message. I then shit my pants all day long. 7/11, always open, babydoll.)
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