More Poor Mainstream Technology Journalism

I’m going to make this brief because my head is killing me and I haven’t had my breakfast drink yet. Some talentless w—er — who has the common sense to remove their name from this toss — over at GQ magazine — which is another one of those glossy “men’s” magazines for the kind of spineless prick who lacks the balls to buy real porn — has taken a shot at comparing the tech of 1988 with that of today. And with what pearls of wisdom does he garland us?

“No one quite knew what to do with the 128 megabytes of memory that a top of the range Apple Mac IIx supplied – apart from, perhaps, to play complicated versions of Pac Man with.”

No. If this pathetic excuse for a hack had been anywhere near the publishing industry in 1988 — and not, as I suspect, in infant school — he would be more than well enough aware of the use such generous memory was being put to. Three letters: DTP. Look it up. It was like Dream Weaver, only for paper.

“Fortunately, Tim Berners-Lee invented the world wide web in 1989, and it became a global network by 1992.”

If only there was some kind of global network which retarded little word monkeys like this waste of office space could use to look up facts, such as the difference between the world wide web and the internet. Author, I know you only joined GQ because Daddy knew someone on the board and you thought you’d get paid to ogle celebrity tits all day, but you could at least pretend to make an effort. There are real, experienced tech journos grubbing around for freelance work, writing for Caravan Weekly and Knitting International, or — lowest of all degredations — blogging, trying to make ends meets and pay their off licence bills, while this spiffy little t— sits smugly in the offices of Condé Nast (or whoever currently owns GC, I can’t be arsed to look it up right now), drawing a regular wage for churning out rancid twaddle like this.

“a top of the range Apple Mac now costs less – and is 32,000 times more powerful. However, many people still use it to play even more complicated versions of Pac Man.”

If that figure of 32,000 smells suspiciously of s—, it is because the author just pulled it out of his arse. It’s a shame he couldn’t spend his days doing something as useful as playing “complicated versions of Pac Man” rather than spewing insulting nonsense like this.

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