[link|http://www.salon.com/tech/letters/2005/02/01/mac/| Salon] prints Beastly rebuttals.

(Page 2 then returns to Elysian Gardens, visions of iBooks in Asia wowing Hot backpacker girls, concluding)

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The iMac is my therapy, my platonic wife, my go-to universe for countless things creative, fun and communicative.

I'd sooner lower my testicles into a vat of boiling acid than even use a Windows computer again -- let alone own one.

I guess that's about all I can say in Apple's favor.



*Logic* is Never enough; the visceral hatred for the mixture of stupidity, cupidity + FuckYou, Luser machinations - which-all Is The Beast -- cannot be fathomed as deterrent-force, by the spreadsheet mind. ..Then there's the Beauty thing. Something you use every day oughtn't look, feel, sound like a rusty Ford Escort, less'n ya ain't got no cuth at all.

Oh well.