An Attempt

So I've been contemplating one of these for a while, since the other blog is locked and there's a nice little corner of the internet with some of my people in it. But the trouble has been that I don't have a whole lot to say. Or a whole lot of time for anything that doesn't have a specific deadline. But off-an-on seems to work for you guys, so perhaps I can swing it, too.

To have some sort of guide as per things to talk about, I figured I'd (occasionally) write about things I'm fond of. Good books, or great cds, or other neat things. So here goes nothing.

I bought a Macbook three days before I went to Austria this summer. I was hesitant at first, somewhat because of the price but mostly because of the brand. Apples have a funny reputation, in that they tend to be favored by ApplePeople.

ApplePeople have the little white sticker on their car windows. ApplePeople get excited about showing strangers their home photos. ApplePeople are more than just a bit strange, and kind of have a cult feel about the lot of them.

But then, I thought, anything that has a cult following can't be too bad. I mean, they're ApplePeople for a reason, right? Apparently so: Edwin, the white wonder of apple laptops, is amazing. He has his own Chia Pet, and a memory game, and he tells me the weather. He also connects to wireless networks without much trouble at all. I often find myself wishing I had a Mac as a desktop. You might have seen the ads with the Mac and PC guys, where the Mac guy says his powercord just pops off when needed...yeah. That's just so awesome, especially since it was the powercord that cause my last laptop to screw up. Plus, Edwin's pretty and white and lightweight, like a laptop should be.

There's a certain fear, though, of becoming an ApplePerson. Because Edwin came with an iPod, which I also am fond of. But I'm no where near putting a sticker on my car. I mean, there are little things, you know, like the lack of right clicking, that are a tad strange. Lack of Word, too, but that can be fixed. All in all, I am terribly happy with it. My Mac makes me happy. Not so much that I'm going to start worshipping fruit, but enough that I'd tell people.

And if I become an ApplePerson, it's ok. There are worse things to be, I suppose, than a fan of quality.