Dear Steve
I’m in Love! I’m in Love with the cutest, nicest, brushed-aluminum little computer in the whole world!
I bought it last week. I plugged things into it. And…
It Just Worked!
It worked without having to fight. It worked without having to battle with the hardware, the software or even the wireless network.
And, you know, the reason I bought it was because it will run that evil Windows thing. Why on earth, you may be asking, would I want to sully, dirty or otherwise lower the tone of a pristine Mini-Mac?
Simple: Because your opposition makes a crappy web browser (in the language of Redmond which I will not utter here) that mutilates perfectly good web pages that display without issue in every other web browser on the planet. But *No* not (expletive deleted), they have to be **$(#$#$#%&&!!!
So I had to work-out a way I could test my web pages on this pile of shite application.
Option One was to buy and maintain a PC. The less said about this option the better. Do I want to spend my entire existence trying to get the silly thing to work? Do I want to spend hundreds of my hard-earned dollars on operating systems, virus protection and lots of billable hours in protracted and deadly warfare with a PC?
I think Not.
Option two was to trade my PowerBook (another thing of beauty, but more on that later) for a sexy black MacBook, but the price was vastly greater than my available cash. Sure, I could have signed-up for 2-3 years to rentsmart the thing, but then I do like my powerbook (small, svelte, sexy… You’ll have to excuse me while I wipe the drool from the keyboard).
Option three came as a complete surprise: Buy a Mini-Mac.
The price came in $500 below the price of a Macbook (Which included the trade for the powerbook), the processor will allow me to run WINE and other derivatives (I’ll probably go with Codeweavers, but Parallels or VMWare Fusion are also — albeit expensive — options; and unfortunately DarWine isn’t far enough along to justify) so I can wrap the poxy Internet Exploder (the source of every web developer’s worst nightmares).
And it’s dead sexxxxy into the bargain, though, not as sexy as you, dear Steve… with your blue jeans and black turtleneck sweat… sweat…
Oh! I need to take a cold shower now.
So for now I shall bid you adieu, but certainly not goodbye.
With much affection,
Ms. Eek.
