I'm at boyfriend's house (DEDICATION!) and I'm using his Mac and I feel how I imagine old people must feel when they come into contact with any computer. It's an all new system to get used to; new technology.
Granted, the last time I worked with a Mac was back in high school on the newspaper but that was years ago and while the basic traits of the Mac OS are still prominent, it still feels radically different, especially for me, who uses a PC 99% of the time.
Still, a computer is a computer and I can appreciate it for what it is. Its pros and its cons. I mean, the reason Macs and iProducts are so popular in the first place is because of their usability; they're easy to operate and are less intimidating than some find PCs to be. Also, they have that sleekness to them, often times in that milky white color, and it naturally draws the eye.
For the most part, I'm not a Mac hater. I just don't prefer them.
Kind of like food. For instance, I'm not a huge fan of black olives. But I don't hate them. If they accidentally appear on my sandwich or my pizza, I'm not going to turn the whole thing down. I'm not a black olive hater. I just don't prefer them.
Besides, this Mac is just helping me attain my goal of daily blogging. Just like the slice of pizza that olive may be on helping me attain my goal of nourishment.
...I always found that word strange... 'nourish'... Whenever someone would pray over our meal during family functions or something, they had the tendency to include "...and Lord, please let this food bring nourishment to our bodies..." and it'd always strike me as an odd combination of letters.
Nurr-ish-mint.
I think it's that 'nurr' part. Some people pronounce it 'nore-ish-ment'.
It's late. I need to go to bed.
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