One more thing...I'm choking on air.

Sensing that His minions have been without a fix for a while, His Royal Steveness dished out an unhealthy dose of RDF to the world. In his Cultnote, HRS floated another biscuit called AIR. A notebook the size and weight of bathroom tissue, touted as the best, the skinniest and the flattest thing this year save the latest batch of European Supermodels. A dubious distinction but no Mickey Mouse about this latest iCrap.




You can pinch, rub, perch and rotate your way to Internet porn just like the rest of us PC twits, whilst doused in the soothing light emanating from the LED display/backlit keyboard. That way, you won't need extra lighting when mooning the iSight, slapping the Safari, screaming oohh's and aahh's, extolling the power of Apple for 5 hours, secretly wishing to become the next viral Leave-Steve-Alone poser!

As thing goes, no optical drive of any sort will be found on this gizmo. No, sorry kids, but you'll have to download all your music before you leave on the plane and should the sudden urge to listen, misty eyed, to Spandau Ballet hit ya hard, you can't pop in that long lost CD, nope...but you sure can buy the tracks online at the speed of your connection!

All FanBoys out there (btw, I don't discriminate between the sexes) are now wet-dreaming a new reason for living as the psychoactive substance is slowly metabolized out of their bodies. Scheming and plotting new ways to find 1800+ bucks(USD), they are already giving themselves any and all reasons/excuses to switch the perfectly good portable they bought 6 months ago. So go ahead, throw away that silly laptop, polluting the land/water table in one swift stroke and buy a supposed "environmentally" friendly unit - yeah, good idea.

Pssst, to all marketing students out there, here's a hint...unlearn what you have learned...HRS's recipe works.

It all comes down to the Eternal Computer War between the insufferable i-anything-dork and the ubiquitously out of touch techno-dweeb. Since the Space/Time Field is so warped and the glass so opaque in Redmond that nobody can be reached or bothered to take a page from The Competition and give us a chance to also acquire cool shyte, We, the PC sufferers react with cognitive dissonance at the mere thought of iJunk.

We believe in the power of said fruity technology but we still remain hesitant because of the cult-like disposition of the FanBoy. We don't believe the Hype of HRS, nor the power of the black high neck shirts. In this case, less is not more. We've been fooled by a nerd once...therefore we refuse to be lobotomized by a geek.