However, after I got continually pissed off by Uncle Bill and Company for the millionth time, I bit the bullet and bought a Mac.
And the angels starting singing.
Now, this is not a promotion for a Mac, just my personal experience.
I won't go into the entire, now I have a Mac I can get my iPod and iPhone synced to the mothership in no time flat while my PC husband is ready to shoot out the lights.
I won't go into that.
I won't go into how my printer never worked well, until I got a Mac. And now the new(er) printer not only works wonderfully, I can print from my iPhone to it. Oh. Hell. Yes.
I won't go into that.
Here's the true selling point for Mac. The more inebriated you get, the easier shit seems to work for you, I swear it's idiot/drunk proof. Honestly. I have music playing form every computer in the house through our stereo using Airport Express and I didn't drop an F bomb once.
And I can upload pics and crap to this blog. How cool is that?
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