In love with Mac.
Not the Big Mac, MAC my new computer.
It has been 2 weeks since I made the switch. Although I pulled most my hair out, lost my voice from yelling obscenities and sprained my wrist from punching out my monitor, the switch has turned out to be a match made in heaven. I was made for Mac and Mac was made for me.
Gag. I know.
You told me so? Perhaps.
Going Mac wasn’t as easy as I thought but that wasn’t Mac’s fault. I was the issue because I’m a creature of habit. Learning a new way to say “copy” or “file” was asking a lot of this stubborn gal. In spite of that, can I tell you how wonderful iPhoto is? I can’t imagine my life without it. Plus my new boys, Alex and Bruce, they like to read my documents/emails to me while painting my toenails and feeding me grapes. Not really, but they DO read to me. That little function upgrades me from special to spoiled.
During the first few days of “what the crap did I do”, I found myself wandering aimlessly through Mac forums reading endless amounts of comments and replies. I was annoyed by the way Mac users seemed to be a little short snobby with simple some questions asked. They annoy easily. That alone was cause for my Bill Gates fantasies. I pictured him cradling me in his arms while saying “everything is going to be alright, come back to me Stephanie, let’s go spell check something in Word and wash away all the tears with my library of compatible software”.
Eventually the fantasy and heartache melted away. The day my Mac and I came to an understanding was an amazing and quite emotional moment, one I won’t soon forget. Mac cued iTunes and selected Thomson Twins “Lay your hands on me” and together we typed a melody of beautiful points and clicks with systematic arrangements composed of keyboard shortcuts. Shortcuts that sent chills down my spine and warranted one of the biggest smiles I have ever adorned.
With so much to love, there is far too much to kiss and tell about. Simply, Mac is better designed. There you have it people. Better designed. I redeemed myself after a really public meltdown caused by an impulse desire to own a Mac. I didn’t even have to start drinking Starbucks or shop at the vintage tee-shirt shops, I don’t have any Smashing Pumpkins on my iPod, and I even kept my Nike Shox.
Say hooray, and pray that love will last (Hallelujah, amen, phew).
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I have no idea why the paragraphs are all spaced (spaced large enough to pitch a king sized tent) differently in this post, nor do I understand why some letters are different sizes. I can’t be the master of everything people. I must be lame at something. Give a girl a break, and have a good day.
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