The notion that computer systems have emotions (at least for
now) is the realm of science-fiction. No matter how much we want to believe that they possess a sentience whose sole purpose it is to entertain, inform, and infuriate us, they are simply a very complex group of systems, designed and manufactured by humans for humans.
That being the case, someone programmed my faithful, four-year old Dell laptop to commit virtual seppuku when it heard the words: "Your new laptops are going to be Macs". More accurately, it's 120 GB hard drive decided to fail. It's passing was heralded by a nearly inaudible:
whzzzzzz......clunk......whzzzzzz.....clunk......I was fortunate enough (after a bit of work) to recover nearly all the data off the drive. Perhaps I could have rescued the drive itself...ran
SpinRite or another utility on it, but my faith is shaken, and I'm too much of an "old hardware guy" to believe that it will ever be the same again.
So, I move on, without so much as a look back. It's not even getting my forwarding address.
I've been using an iBook G4 for several months now, loaded to the brim with Mac OS X 10.4, iLife, iWork, Office '08 for Mac, several browsers (try before you buy, as they say), and any other tidbits I've come across. I have to say I'm impressed. Apple's design standards are legendary, and after throwing a few of my old habits out the Window, I found mys

elf getting very comfortable with a machine (or brand) that I once dismissed as a fascination of the "granola-eating artsy sect", never something to be used in a serious business environment.
Well, for those of you I've scorned (and you know who you are): I was
wrong...or rather, have become wrong in the last few years.
So now I wait for my new laptop: a brand-new, top-of-the-line 17" Intel
MacBook Pro, with 4 GB of RAM and 250 GB Hard Drive. I'm going to be running a dual-boot Mac OS X 10.5 (Leopard) and Windows Vista configuration, loaded for bear with every application we can muster. I'll no doubt be having the time of my life, being both creative
and productive.
I
might even pick myself up a bag of granola.