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Allrighty. I got the three most pressing of my recent dilemmas dressed as opportunities sorted out, I've pushed my client's shrill complaining to the rear of my mind for the nonce, and am enjoying a basketfull of clean laundry, a tasty hefe-weizen, a 91-degree spring day and a fan.

Fuck yes.

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In other news, since I switched to Mac about two years ago, I have completely and utterly donned the bedsheet, sipped, gurgled and gargled with the kool-aid, and handed out (really well designed) clean and ergonimic flowers at the airport.

I'm in the fucking cult. I'm one of them now.

If you are anything like I was before my Switch, you are rolling your eyes and looking for the "back" button.

But I think you should know, my dear 98% of the Internet Public (if that is in fact your real name), I am not as ignorant of your position as you are of mine. I spent years supporting a 30-person Windows shop and every time I boot up my little XP application (and spend a half hour downloading and installing security patches and updates), I say a quiet prayer of thanks to the Design Gods that I don't have to work with Windows anymore.

But if, like so many of the unconverted, you are tired of the endless smug posturing of our cult, this isn't going to make things any easier on you. With their new Intel chip set, Macs can natively run Windows in a dual partition now.

And worst of all (from your point of view), it appears to work.

Damn. I'm sorry Windows people, I really am. I feel for you.

And in related news, my Brother From Another Mother showed up today with this shiny marvel:



"Hand me my laptop."

"Okay, which one is your laptop?"

"My laptop is the one that says 'Bad Motherfucker' on it."

I must have it, precious. Tricksy hobbitses took our PowerBook away from us . . . we neeeds it, precioussss, we needs it gollum!