For the past week or two, I've been scouring the web for information on what Apple will be introducing today at 10AM PT at the Apple Campus in Cupertino, California. I've been reading through rumors, viewing mock-up photos, and assessing the veracity of alleged spy-shots. The search proved fruitful at most points, till I suddenly realized something.
I think I've come down with something.
Steve Jobs has infected me - A curious little infection that will take a significant bite out of my earnings from now into, most likely, 5 of my future lives.
I wasn't always an Apple Fanboy. I used to think that MS Windows PCs delivered everything I needed, and I honestly believed the Blue Screen of Death was a standard in the computing industry. Yes, we've all pulled out quite a number of strands of hair from our well-manicured heads at the very instant the BSD would flash on screen. Mind you, its timing is impeccable. It happens just when we're thinking of saving the document we've been working on for the past few hours. I really thought bald heads and late reports were the norm.
All this changed when 2 of my friends, BJ S. and Audie E., introduced me to their Macs. I met iBook in 2003 through BJ, and iMac in 2004 through Audie (And yes, referring to them as if they were people is intended). To make the story short, "iFell". The Mac OS Panther interface was eye-candy. The lines we're clean. The designs were faultless. My credit cards and wallet were in for a major bashing.
Now, after 1 iMac, 1 MacBook, 1 MacBook Pro, 1 Airport Extreme, 1 Airport Express, 4 iPods, 1 iPhone 3G, and all the accessories made for them, in the year 2008, here I am - Infected.
I must blame my friends for introducing me to such well-designed artifacts, the Apple Marketing Department for knowing exactly how to hit people like me, and my weak character that gives in to every magnificent redesign and groundbreaking invention that Apple throws my way.
I've come down with Apple-itis, and it's a wondrous infection.
Shylock C. Casasolaonebluefire@msn.com