torture of a mac geek
For the past week, I've had a thing of beauty so close but yet so far. A 24" iMac boxed and untouchable, boxed because it's brand new and untouchable because it's not mine.
Yes my family made the switch. With only consumer uses for a PC, and sick of the constant fear of browsing the web and receiving e-mails from that chap in Niger who wants to get some gold from his dead fathers account. My constant and ceaseless nagging got to much and he shelled out some green for a mac. Days after the purchase, he did nother more than go off for a few days abroad with the matriarch leaving me with a desire to rip open that Designed in California white box of goodness and slobber all over the white plastic goodness.
Resisting rather better than I thought I would. Upon his return I persuaded him to open up.
The iMac was very welcoming to new people...
Yes my family made the switch. With only consumer uses for a PC, and sick of the constant fear of browsing the web and receiving e-mails from that chap in Niger who wants to get some gold from his dead fathers account. My constant and ceaseless nagging got to much and he shelled out some green for a mac. Days after the purchase, he did nother more than go off for a few days abroad with the matriarch leaving me with a desire to rip open that Designed in California white box of goodness and slobber all over the white plastic goodness.
Resisting rather better than I thought I would. Upon his return I persuaded him to open up.
The iMac was very welcoming to new people...
posted by M at 8:43 PM
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