I remember how traumatized I was to switch from Hotmail to Gmail. That’s what this feels a little like…
We got a Mac.
I already watched The Bachelor on it, thanks to my in-laws joining forces to set up our slingbox with dvr. Thank you in-laws. Thank you reality tv. Thank you good friend we have at Apple. Life will be okay.
(My former boss calls computers “machines,” as in “Let’s sit down at your machine so I can dictate this letter.” I always liked that because it made me feel like we could type a letter if we wanted, or in the alternative, we could make a shop class pepsi can-lamp, or direct space shuttle liftoff…whatever we were in the mood for.)