We Joined the Revolution

Now there's a flattering picture.

It's finally happened. We've left the world of spreadsheets, minesweeper and spider solitaire behind... because we're the proud parents of a new Apple computer, all because I have the greatest in-laws...

...ever.

Don't even try to argue... I don't care what your mother-in-law bought you last Christmas.

Was it an Apple laptop?

Ok then, I win.

I celebrated by going to Starbucks to try out the internet and post my first "wireless on-location" blog post, which is like a regular post but more pretentious.

Is there any other way to celebrate getting an Apple? No sir...

Actually, we celebrated by first making an iPhoto book of our parents' visit and mailing it to them in lieu of a "Thank You" note, because seriously, a Hoops and Yo-Yo Hallmark card doesn't quite say "Thanks for dropping a boatload of money so that we could have a cool computer."

Since our previous computer was falling apart (physically - actual pieces were falling off, not to mention people have completed the New York Marathon faster than the time it took for our computer to start up), my in-laws surprised Sharon and I with a brand-spankin' new, starts up in like 0.01 seconds, 2GHz, 1G RAM, 120GB hard drive MacBook.

Don't get me wrong - we loved our other computer. It was a workhorse. It was like a McDonald's hamburger - not the best food in the world but it works when you're hungry.

Our Mac is more like a Ruth's Chris steak, but wrapped up in a trendy, California-designed casing with a glowing apple on the back.

So now I'm going to download some obscure singer-songwriter folk songs, put on some man-capris, complain about any coffee which costs less than $4 a cup even though it tastes the same as cheap coffee and feign an interest in politics and first edition books.

Because that's what Apple owners do, right?

And as soon as I figure out all the gadgets on iPhoto, I'm going to erase that double-chin in the picture above.

Goodbye Gates.

Hello Jobs.