Wednesday, August 23, 2000

Big trouble with little laptop

I like my laptop computer a great deal, always have. Something about the design aesthetic of Apple products attracts attention and generally, I'm always more than willing to chat for a bit with an interested passerby about my iBook while I sit sipping coffee and writing in a cafe. Ever the Apple advocate, I'm even delighted to demonstrate the features of what I consider to be a superior machine if the situation permits.

Lately, though, interest in my iBook seems to be at a peak, and the admirers are growing increasingly graceless and intrusive. While I do not feel compelled to apologize, I would like to say to the intensely curious gentleman from the airport: If you were scandalized or otherwise offended by the journal entry I was writing describing my evening of passion with a Jewish muscle boy from Los Angeles in considerable detail, may I suggest you consider next time waiting for an invitation before plunging your nose into my lap to ascertain my computer's screen resolution. Also, yes, that was your father orally pleasuring Ricky Martin in the desktop background picture. It looks as though he was quite enjoying it. Thank you.