I ain't goin our like that.

My love brought me a cherry/
That had no stone.
My love brought me a chicken/
That had no bone.

It is at this point in this sweet song that bluto blutarski smashes the guitar from which it was wafting (reference only valid for those who have seen the film 'Animal House').

And so goes my interaction with the Macintosh G5 computer which is currently smashing my sweet iMovie project in the midst of its solemn iterations on the poetry of garbage.

Is it that iDVD does not want the world to witness my spectacular DVD menu? Why does it forsake me with its inability to encode my audio? Why?!

Oh, that technology might one day rule us all, and that we may evermore need updating so that we can be up to speed.

We shall never be fully up to date.
Woe be unto the Earth for it is still running on an outdated platform.

I must admit that I have comparatively sped through the process of aftereffects. Its just a bit easier than making a movie from proverbial 'scratch.' What is scratch?

Something about my lack of impeccable organizational skills matched with a very primitive lack of patience has left me with an uncomfortable sense that man, no matter how well-dressed is less removed from the primitive ape than he might hope. Fortunately, I like that I am not too far from a primitive ape. Primitive ape is kind of my forte. I dig primitive ape. If only I could smash this computer without having broken the law and getting kicked out of school.

Well, primitive ape will have to wait.

Maybe one day it will meet space monkey, perhaps in a black hole....