I hate Macs.

Anyone who has had to sit through a Mac vs PC commercial with me has seen me foaming at the mouth and mumbling incoherently.

So why did I have a Mac? The publishing industry lived by the Mac, and I was tired of running into endless compatibility issues with my PC files.

I had one. I hated it and wrestled with it often, trying to convince it to do what I wanted, when I wanted, for three years. I learned that not only are Macs not GAMING machines, but they don't even do multimedia all that well.

Past tense. It is still sitting on my desk, occasionally booting long enough for me to transfer a few more files onto CD. Pleading with the miserable, uncooperative beast, for a few more hours to save my sanity.

I wanted to punt the Mac forever and buy a nice, thin, affordable PC laptop. Yeah. I could spend $800 on a good Windows laptop, or $1300 on a "cheap" Mac.

The trouble is, I have Adobe Creative Suite for Mac and cannot afford the $1800 to replace it with the PC version.

So a new Mac it is. I feel dirty already.

I hate the Mac store. It reeks of attitude. The moment we walk in, the preppy-pretty-boy greeter assures us, as he looked off in the distance past us, that they are happy to help us, and to just ask if we had any questions.

The employees generally stand around in clumps looking cool and talking cool and ignoring people they don't think know what they are doing. Like us.

That's ok though, because Mac laptops come in only four flavors:

White trash (which means you can't afford to look at the real thing). I think they are made of recycled kitchen garbage bags.

Black stuff (which at least means you can blend in if you scribble over the apple logo with a waterproof marker).

Metal box (bigger, heavier, pretends its all that and has a price to match).

Wafer Thin Mint (you know, the thin laptop with its own pretty theme song in commercials. What they don't tell you is that it is about as powerful as a piece of toast. Unbuttered. This is what you buy when you are freaking clueless, have lots of money and really want to look cool in the airport when you pull it out).

I opted for white trash, and immediately went online to order a skin to paste over the pale, glowing apple of sold-my-soul-again.


So. I hate Mac.

But... I don't hate this Mac.

Three years of hardware advancement and the new Leopard OS have made this thing USABLE. It networks instantly with everything around it. Seamlessly, flawlessly and without a hitch. I can FIND stuff on it. It does what I tell it without arguing. I can almost make it work with the power of my mind.

I... I like it.

I might even have to buy that emo-grunge-slacker guy a beer.
Wonder if he's recovered yet.

;-)#
Brasse