I didn't know I was a mac snob... until she was gone

By Stephen Boudreau at 10:42 PM| Permalink | Comments (5)

On Sunday morning, as Shelley and I were preparing to go watch some friends play in a soccer match, I was sitting on the couch in the living room of the Boudreausian palatial estate. On my right side, an acoustic guitar. On the left, a small stack of three folded shirts fresh from the dryer. In front of me, a perfectly stable, hardwood coffee table.

Ah yes... the coffee table. A good place for coffee cups. Coffee table books. Stacks of coffee-related mail... and in this case, a beautiful 12" PowerBook.

Yet there I was, laptop in hand, contemplating the options. With the urge to play guitar coming on to me like Pat O'Brien after a couple appletinis, I needed a place to set my 4.6 pound treasure of modern technology.

I chose ... unwisely.

It happened in a flash. As I turned my head to grab the acoustic, I heard the slithering sound of of steel sliding off a folded ladies tank top from J. Crew. Before I could turn my head, it was over. The tile floor had shown no mercy. There by my feet she laid motionless. Cold. Silent.

She was gone.

My PowerBook hasn't started up since. The "Caps Lock" light still blinks on and off when plugged in, but nothing appears on the screen and the computer has no pulse. Stranger than that, when left plugged in for an extended period of time, it heats up so hot I've considered converting it to waffle iron.

So I am left with nothing but memories, deep regret ... and a Dell.

I really shouldn't complain. My PC has never done me (too much) wrong, it just lacks that mac sophistication... and style... and functionality... and class...

Oh well. It can only do so much. I mean... dude ... it's a Dell.