I am a Mac. Okay, so I'm not really a Mac yet. I own a Mac but it takes a bigger genius than I am to actually be a Mac after 4 days. I'm sort of in transition, like Kafka only without the antennae and penchant for dung.
The computer has beautiful abilities that may include world domination. I haven't seen all the tutorials yet, but I'll let you know when I come across that one.
Wanna know the feature I love the most? The computer automatically, without any help from me, turns itself on and off at a set time every day. Yup. That in itself has made my world brighter. In fact, if nothing else works on the computer, it’d still be worth the switch just to have that one magical ability. I go to sleep at night and so does my computer. I wake up in the morning and--voile--it’s started itself up, had its morning cup o’ coffee, and is ready to go. Oh, how it knows me. How it reads my every mood, catering to my whims. Now, if it would make a healthy breakfast, clean the dishes and take the kids to after-school activities, we'd be set.
Oh, and I no longer have the “you may be a victim of counterfeit software” sign with accompanying black-hole screen that sucks away creativity and, if left long enough, life itself. I have a lovely National Geographic picture of a swan launching off of a fog-covered pond. Wow.
I feel that the Mac is sort of like my camera. Way too much for my small abilities. And what has become of the ghetto-PC? It sits next to the Mac because I think that's funny. Also, the kids use it. Because ain’t no one touching my new computer but me.