The Conversion...

Lately I have discovered the untold delights and riches to be found within Dan's Mac. Now, I grew up a PC girl (not the politcally correct meaning of the acronym, definately not that) and never thought I'd ever understand, nor appreciate, the Mac. They were evil, the scourge of the earth. But I have to admit that in recent times I've been drawn into the tiny, dark maroon-coloured, cold room adjoining the radio office, coaxed in by the dim glow reflecting on the whiteboard. The excitement of the unknown, exploration, experimentation, that has lasted well beyond bedtime into the wee cold hours of the morn.

Heather, with all her innocent smiles and friendly hellos showed me the joys of using iMovie to create slideshows, documentaries and films. And then there's the days worth of footage of Uluru that was put at my disposal (once I figured out Guy's incoherant scribblings as to what was where) and iDVD. I was instantaniously hooked.

I think someone needs to do a medical study on the negative effects to one's caffeine levels and sleeping habits when they're exposed to such addictive substances. I'm having withdrawals...