Never in my life did I think I would become a “Mac” person. They always seemed so snobby, “Eww, I wouldn’t touch a p.c” like it was a dead rodent or something.And those presumptuous commercials with John Lennon. “Think Different”. Like buying a mac makes you a revolutionary or something.
But at the beginning of the semester I bought a really expensive laptop from Toshiba. I have to say, it has turned me from a mild mannered gentlewoman, to a raving, hostile maniac who wants to hurl it across the Tobin Bridge. It crashes continually, won’t let me open pdfs, and continually bounces me off the VPN. It crashed on me one too many times yesterday, and when I logged back on, I received a message saying that I could try a web search to look for a fix for my computer problems. I thought, screw you. I am buying a Mac.
I have to admit, I felt pretty cool in the Apple store. I have never used a Mac, so I am a little disoriented. Normally, I type my blog posts out in word, and then paste then into the interface. I can’t figure out how to open the text editor, so I am typing right into wordpress.
But its neat. When I first opened up the computer, it sang to me and flashed hello in several different languages. My PC never sang to me, just gave me a bunch of commands with its little pop ups. So I am hoping this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.