Oh iBook, how I long for thee.
There are rare instances when I am away from home and away from my laptop for a night, like right now. And man, do I miss it! I mean, I am online, so one addiction is fed. I'm even on broadband, so I can't complain. But, I'm physically uncomfortable, sitting at this PC, in this office chair, craning my neck. And, I'm aesthetically unhappy, because, well, it's not my happy Mac 'puter.
Thus, two years into Mac ownership, I can say I have fully been absorbed into the cult of Mac. And happily so, even if I don't own an iPod, my iBook battery can no longer hold a charge, and I am missing the letter Z on my keyboard. I love it despite its flaws, I do.
Thus, two years into Mac ownership, I can say I have fully been absorbed into the cult of Mac. And happily so, even if I don't own an iPod, my iBook battery can no longer hold a charge, and I am missing the letter Z on my keyboard. I love it despite its flaws, I do.