...and I'm still dissapointed.
Sure, it's "technically" better than my previous iMac, but it's still a Mac, and I have an aversion to these things. At least it's an OS9, so I'm not
completely trapped in the goddamn stone age.
Memory's still crap, too.
I just understand PC's better, I guess. They
feel like machines. They whir and beep and a good thwack can keep it running. All these Mac's are...
pretty. Cute. Ew. They feel like a toy.
And whilst adjusting to my new toy I discovered a few things about the two previous owners (hehe...), like the last owner who seems to have a thing for Kal Penn (the Kumar of Harold & Kumar), babies and belly dancing. The owner before her was one of the ex-copywriters in Grey, a guy who liked to fuck around with all the 'possibilities' a Mac provided for silly foolishness.
Like recording the sounds of man-love and making his computer profess it's love for cow-fucking (yes, Ed, it's Prem's computer, and he never deleted those files).
In other news, I got home last night to find two letters from Panglobal's
Musiccanteen. Inside these two letters were two cheques for downloads of my many musical acts. One was for Triple 6 Poser for the grand sum of RM$1.50 (hey, Ed, you want your cut or should I just buy you some Hacks?) and the other was for A Girl Named Jane for a total of... RM$9.00? People are actually downloading my dance-y shit? Cool. I should do more tracks.
And some wonder why organizer's would rather bring Judge Jules than Iron Maiden to Malaysia...
