The Witch Doctor’s apology

I really do feel I need to apologise for My Black Cat’s outburst over the weekend. Unfortunately, in view of the ‘flu outbreak, I felt I had to attend to my “Tussie – Mussie” garden and so didn’t see what she was up to.

Firstly, you need to understand that My Black Cat loves conspiracies. They excite her and drive her mood up an octave or two. She becomes very difficult to live with, so The Witch Doctor goes out of the house and tries to tame her wilderness garden at these times.

We witches are not into conspiracies.

We believe in creep.

In order to understand My Black Cat’s outburst, it is necessary to go into a bit of background.

First, I need to take you a trip into the past. This will not seem relevant to My Back Cat’s outburst, but it will become so, as the story unfolds. You will also see there is an association with The Leadership Agenda and Common Purpose.

But first I need to transfer into a much younger witch-being in order to sharpen my memory.

1984, the Orwellian Year, was an important one for The Witch doctor. That was the year one of The Witch Children was born and so there was maternity leave and consequently time to do things and go places that would not normally be possible with the day/night/weekend/alltime job.

There was Thinking Time.

Up till then, The Witch Doctor had no interest whatsoever in computers. She hated the cumbersome DOS machines and their silly commands. She refused to have anything to do with them. However, one afternoon, something guided her, complete with the new witch child in a pram, to a computer exhibition.

It was there she saw her first Macintosh computer. She knew immediately she had made a discovery that would change her life! This computer thought like The Witch Doctor – files and folders and dustbins that they called trash-cans all there on a screen. And a friendly little mouse! All visual and intuitive. No commands necessary.

So, she bought her first chunky Apple Mac.

She still has it but she can’t find it because its hidden somewhere in the attic. It probably still works.

MY FIRST MAC WAS SOMETHING LIKE THIS BUT AN OLDER MODEL

It soon occurred to The Witch Doctor that it would be a great thing to have all the forgotten and hence irretrievable information that she had cluttering up the depths of her messy brain, organised and stored “somewhere” so anything she had ever known could immediately be accessed using a computer anywhere in the world.

So, The Witch Doctor bought the carry case for her new Apple Mac and started lugging it everywhere.

When she returned to work, all her colleagues with their nasty DOS machines thought she was nuts! This did not faze The Witch Doctor at all because she had a feeling she was in at the beginning of something good.

A couple of years or so later she found herself playing around with a programme called “Hypercard.” Although long forgotten, she taught herself its underlying programming language “Hypertalk” because she knew this was along the lines of what she was after.

So, way back then, The Witch Doctor was well into the concept underlying the infant Hyperlinks but was unaware how important these would become.

Little did The Witch Doctor know then that a guy called Tim Berners-Lee was just around the corner. What he was plotting was exactly what she was waiting for.

How she wished she had known Tim Berners-Lee! How excited he would have made her then!

So, Tim Berners-Lee, the inventor of The World Wide Web became The Witch Doctor’s hero and he remains so to this day.

So, 1984, The Orwellian Year is firmly engraved in the life of The Witch Doctor.

And since 1984, she has bought herself and all of The Witch Children, many Apple Mac computers. Nothing else will do.

The Witch Doctor regards 1984 personally as a happy year.  It also seemed to herald  the very beginning of a kind of freedom.

1984 was an important year in the history of Macintosh computers too:

“1984 used an unnamed heroine to represent the coming of the Macintosh (indicated by a Picasso-style picture of Apple’s Macintosh computer on her white tank top) as a means of saving humanity from “conformity” (Big Brother).[10] These images were an allusion to George Orwell’s noted novel, Nineteen Eighty-Four, which described a dystopian future ruled by a televised “Big Brother.”

More about My Black Cat’s indiscretions soon.…..

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