I needed to buy a new laptop, and it had to be good with media files. Now, you have to understand, I’m a PC person. You can’t get more PC than me. I actually love my PC – I understand its little personality quirks and I’m not fazed by its hissy fits. I can take it apart and put it back, just as it was. We have a loving relationship where I am more or less in control of things. I am powered by knowledge! Mwahahaha!
But. I also like XP. I really like XP. XP is my friend. I don’t want to make friends with Vista. I’m suspicious of the new kid on the block, and I don’t like being forced to make friends with it. Plus, everybody says Vista doesn’t behave well and is hard to stay friendly with. And there’s this whole working with audio and video thing…so I talked to lots of people, did some research, and my conclusions were succinctly summarized by the assistant at the local electronica chain store: “With your needs, you’d be extremely foolish to buy anything but a Mac”. Yeah, I know, I know.
So I swallowed my PCego, soothed my wallet with deceitful platitudes, logged into the Apple Store and made The Switch.
I got my MacBook Pro today, and I’m covetous. Of my own computer. It’s beautiful, you see? Sleek and silver and slim and all shiny and it doesn’t look scary…
But I’m terrified. It’s not just buying a new computer or adjusting to another platform. It’s a whole new mode of existence. I mean, you’re vegetarian, then you’re recycling, then you buy a Mac, and before you know it you’ve moved to California and you’re living in the East Bay talking about how such-and-such multinational company is a patriarchal, capitalist oppressor and is destroying the world as we know it and setting the whole thing to unfortunate music on your brand-new Fender…you know what I’m saying?
I can’t afford that life – but baby, I want it. I’ve been drawn to the dark side, quaking in ignorance and terror, unable to leave out of necessity (and a sinful lust for my new computer). So maybe I can’t open it up and take it to pieces, but by God I shall be ruler of my personal computing planet.
(You can’t see me now, but I’ve raised one trembling fist and am attempting to uncurl out of the fetal position into which I seem to have frozen).


