The Real Reason I Use A Mac

We've all heard the routine a million times: Mac users act like obnoxious loudmouths, praising their machines as infinitely superior to Window$. Windows users, though they grumble and complain about their computers amongst themselves, never fail to retaliate with arguments against the Mac.

Great graphics, say the former. Inflexible, reply the latter. Ease of use versus lack of games, and it goes on and on. All of this is, of course, total dreck. I've decided to tell you, in plain, non-bullshit terms, why I use Macintosh computers. The honesty may cause hemorrhaging in the part of some reader's brains that accounts for all this stupid sentimentality, so be warned.

Familiarity. I always use Macintosh computers because I'm familiar with them. I learned the basics on a Mac LC II, also known as a Performa 400, and I've owned Macs ever since. It costs more, sure, but it beats time lost trying to learn how to use a Windows machine. It's true that Macs are not as programmable as most Windows machines, but my personal reaction is "Why the hell would I want to reprogram it?" I'm no programmer; I'd just break the thing, and it works fine as it is, in my opinion. Opinion: that is, I know my reasons don't apply to everybody. I told you I was going to be honest, and the honest truth is that everything is relative. Deal with it.

Consumer Reports rates Apple highest in customer service, and I attribute this to the fact that the Mac is a custom-designed machine. The software guys and the hardware guys are all on the same page, and if you install a program or application that claims to work on your Mac, you can be damn sure that it'll be up and running within about two minutes. Flexibility exchanged for functionality: that's a bargain in my book. I want my computer to work, I don't want to make it work by dicking around with its programming.

So that's it. None of that "Mac is prettier and friendlier and easier and sexier and blah blah blah" nonsense. Familiarity, and the thing works, period.

Oh, and I'm not enslaved to the whims of Micro$oft. Just thought I'd throw that in there.

It has begun...

School! Yippee! Hooray, huzzah, what a fricking wonderful time of year!

I am so going to kick it this time around...

No, seriously, I'm sure it'll be fine. Better than last year, at least (not that that's saying much, but hey). I've been hooked into joining the yearbook staff, which ought to be awfully amusing. To give you an idea of just HOW amusing it's to be, let me give you some statistics: me, and 20 girls. I am the sole masculine influence on this yearbook. And I thought I would hate this school forever and ever...

I've been wondering what it'd be like to run a video blog. My guess is that with a really good start, it would be fun for about a month or two before I gave in to boredom and the fact that no one would watch. Also, I have no real means of making one anyway, so there's that problem solved.

I wish I had a topic that could tie this all together, or at least bring this post to a satisfying conclusion for you. Tough.