Start again
In my attempt to start writing again, I say goodbye to longtime friend and protect, Mr. iSkin. You have saved me from potential orange juice spillage hell, to dirty screen from oily fingertips catastrophe, and have allowed me to indulge in the common procrastinator hobby of munching while typing to provide the necessary distraction during deadline stress. You have protected my Mac keyboard from fading, the Silver looks almost new, and the screen pristine and free of dirt and grime.
However, all good things must come to an end. After several scrubbing sessions with the trusty Scotch Brite and Joy dishwashing liquid, I must put you to rest because I just realized, after ten months of everyday use -- that I miss the clickety-clack of my second writing implement (the manual typewriter) and the one that I had used through many years of highschool and college writing deadlines, the desktop PC. I miss the sound of fast typing, of click-click-crack (crap), the sudden tada, the ta-ta-ta-ta-ta of the Delete button, the resonance of the huge mass of the space bar, the harmony of any Command+letter button, or in more complex cases the muffled sound of the first key when combining Shift+Command+4 for a specific Print Screen, and the finality of the return key when ending my articles with dashed lines (to which I will put
So there. I wash you one last time, on last bath that you'll probably enjoy because I promised to leave you to dry beside my sexy Shu Uemura make-up brushes. I shall miss you and I know that I need you. But I need this, to grow, to start writing again, and to actually take more responsibility with the cleanliness of my Macbook Pro.
So long, fare thee well. Goodnight sweet membrane. See you soon.
However, all good things must come to an end. After several scrubbing sessions with the trusty Scotch Brite and Joy dishwashing liquid, I must put you to rest because I just realized, after ten months of everyday use -- that I miss the clickety-clack of my second writing implement (the manual typewriter) and the one that I had used through many years of highschool and college writing deadlines, the desktop PC. I miss the sound of fast typing, of click-click-crack (crap), the sudden tada, the ta-ta-ta-ta-ta of the Delete button, the resonance of the huge mass of the space bar, the harmony of any Command+letter button, or in more complex cases the muffled sound of the first key when combining Shift+Command+4 for a specific Print Screen, and the finality of the return key when ending my articles with dashed lines (to which I will put
So there. I wash you one last time, on last bath that you'll probably enjoy because I promised to leave you to dry beside my sexy Shu Uemura make-up brushes. I shall miss you and I know that I need you. But I need this, to grow, to start writing again, and to actually take more responsibility with the cleanliness of my Macbook Pro.
So long, fare thee well. Goodnight sweet membrane. See you soon.