DoSomeTalking

Hello I’m a Mac.

No, I’m not the “I’m a Mac” from the “I’m a Mac and I’m a PC” ad. I’m just a Mac. Elad’s Mac.

MacBook to be exact. Black, one and a half years old. 2GB RAM.

See, I’m not the complaining type, actually. I’m a working machine. And I thought to just be quiet and say nothing, but Elad went to sleep, and I was left alone on the kitchen counter (feels nice and cold against my battery, actually). I just couldn’t hold it anymore. Sorry.

It’s been 18 months since I was taken out of the box. Since, I think I was turned off only once, for a three week period when Elad went to India (how do I know? Saw the pictures in my iPhoto, da!). I almost never crash and even when I do it’s his fault with all the software he’s installing and all these silly games he’s trying on me. But hey - I don’t complain, rememeber?

And don’t think I’m not laboring!

Here, take a look at what’s on my menu bar:

And that’s not the end of it. I’m hiding Quicksilver. Oh, and that Plaxo thingie as well!

And what about them Widgets? and iTunes via AirTunes? What do you think, they come from nowhere? From thin air?!

So what’s my problem, you ask?

That’s my bloody problem!

See that little toy on the right?! That’s some spy photo of the so called “new sub-notebook”! (Thank you very much CrunchGear! Hope you burn for this!)

So now I’m going to be tossed aside the second Elad will be able to think of a reason why he just has to have that new shiny, fast, fashionable, hipped piece of junk!

“Multi-touch trackpad” my black ass!

See if he’s going to get any internet out of me on the 15th!

Damn Macworld!

See you in the next life!