It’s been quite a Mac weekend. On Saturday, I helped my friend Mike with his new flatbed/negative scanner (he later returned it, but oh well) on his Mac desktop. And yesterday, I picked up my mom’s little-used iMac from 1999, bringing it back in preparation for donating it to NAMI Wisconsin. They will use it in their new library space so people can have a computer for internet searching. I’m pleased about this.
Since I needed to power the Mac up and delete her old files, I thought I would try hooking it up to my DSL connection. Worked flawlessly. In fact, I’m posting this from the iMac.
It’s times like these that I seriously think of switching back. I feel it like the pull of the tides. Maybe Steve Jobs will put me in an ad.
And then you can be a Fark cliche.
I began my computing life with an MS-DOS-running IBM AT clone from Dell (then PC’s Limited) in about 1986 or so. I subsequently switched (!) to a Mac SE, thence back to a Windows machine, thence back to a Mac II, thence back to some more Windows machines. Towards the end I found myself spending more and more time doing remote admin on various Linux servers.
And then came OS X. Praise Steve, hallelujah. I wouldn’t think of going back. Got a G4 for my main desktop, and will be getting a powerbook for myself and handing off the G4 to the family to replace the fleet of aging handmedown Thinkpads still groaning along under Windows that they’ve been using.
Come back! Come back! We will welcome you. Besides, Mac OS X is _awesome_. And it Does Not Crash. How cool is that?
Macs are sleek and aesthetic and the people who use them are sleek and aesthetic. And if you nit someone right beneath their nose with an iBook, it would hurt way less than if you did it with a Dell laptop.