iBliss
iBought an iBook.
This one, in fact.
It's tiny, it's amazingly light, and it's oh-so-pretty.
I almost cried when I plugged my iPod into the USB port -- their matching, white industrial-chic exteriors very nearly overwhelmed my delicate aesthetic sensibilities.
The keys are pristine. The machine is fabulously quiet. The logo gleams seductively from the top of the console.
I'm tempted to make a conspicuously lame allusion involving the consumption of certain fruits and the fairer sex, but in this case, I feel as though partaking has led to Paradise rather than from it.
Oh sweet, sublime G4! Thy monitor glows with the resplendence of a thousand LCD screens, thy slender, ethereal frame belies the potency of thy powerful inner processor -- why, thy luminous face is as a hard drive caught up in rapturous, fiery splendor! Forsooth, thou art the very definition of technological felicity!
Oh my beatific, matchless Mac, I swear by my Father's 4Runner that thou and I shall never be rent in twain, for the force and fervor of our built-in Wireless connection transcends even the most dastardly endeavours to tear us asunder! To thee, O Incandescent One, I pledge my unwavering, undying loyalty!
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Well, at least until I can afford the PowerBook G4.
This one, in fact.
It's tiny, it's amazingly light, and it's oh-so-pretty.
I almost cried when I plugged my iPod into the USB port -- their matching, white industrial-chic exteriors very nearly overwhelmed my delicate aesthetic sensibilities.
The keys are pristine. The machine is fabulously quiet. The logo gleams seductively from the top of the console.
I'm tempted to make a conspicuously lame allusion involving the consumption of certain fruits and the fairer sex, but in this case, I feel as though partaking has led to Paradise rather than from it.
Oh sweet, sublime G4! Thy monitor glows with the resplendence of a thousand LCD screens, thy slender, ethereal frame belies the potency of thy powerful inner processor -- why, thy luminous face is as a hard drive caught up in rapturous, fiery splendor! Forsooth, thou art the very definition of technological felicity!
Oh my beatific, matchless Mac, I swear by my Father's 4Runner that thou and I shall never be rent in twain, for the force and fervor of our built-in Wireless connection transcends even the most dastardly endeavours to tear us asunder! To thee, O Incandescent One, I pledge my unwavering, undying loyalty!
....
Well, at least until I can afford the PowerBook G4.