Mac

Today at lunch time, Mark spotted a guy with an ibook with these two blonde girls, one on either side of them. At that point I felt a strange attachment to my fellow macintosh kinsman. I grinned as I thought of how few we are, and yet how we are able to attract the masses to the sheer sexyness of the machine, the power of the processor, the aesthetic superiority of the operating system and how this particular user and I share an intimate bond not just through the mutual satisfaction of a brand name but through an enlighted joy of using beautiful technology. Of course it could just be that I want a girlfriend and the thought of two attractive women sitting beside a mac user like me appealed to me, but, well, that sounds so trite.