Mac Daddy (and baby Mac)
Now this won’t come as much of a surprise to many people but I’m a strange guy.
And I have finally realised this as I upgrade my Mac. Now I have moaned for exactley 1 year and 14 days about the fact that I only have a little 13inch Mac book and not, like everybody else in the Podshow office a MacBook Pro. Last week (and this sort of thing always happens around my birthday - did I mention this is my first blog as a 29 year old? No? I have no problem accepting presents up to a year after the big day) I met a guy (ooooerrrrr) who was flogging a brand new 15″ macbook pro for a bargain price of £850 (its not nicked officer - honest) So I did what any person with a raging birthday induced hangover would do a bought the mother.
The problem comes now. My little Macbook is an extension of me. It has been with me pretty much all day every day for a year. I feel guilty, yes guilty, and slightly ashamed that I’m binning little maccie in favour of a new all singing all, dancing, all bonking new version. I feel like upgrading to a “Pro machine” is like my loss of innocence. That I’m now moving into adult hood. I mean I’m bashing away on the new mac right now (and it has a much better keyboard - how could you OJ turn your back on the little mac) but I don’t feel the love yet.
The worst moment came when I transfered all the data - I plugged a fire wire cable between the 2 machines and then proceeded to rape the brain of my old Mac. The image of a big shiney new machine taking nit just the place, but all the workings of my old, faithful machine. I swear I could hear it crying. If you think ‘m amking this up then I can categorically tell you right now that I feeling a mite emotional and have just snapped and shouted at the Broadband router as I write about this matter.
I’m a alone here? Am I as wierd as I feel - Or am I neglecting my poor, faithful MacBook. I’m gonna have to go now…. I seem to have some thing in my eye…….. [SOB]
