In terms of internet, that is. I happen to be in a Panera right now, and it happens to be the only place where I have consistently gotten internet access on my few weeks of travel so far. B&N was good for coffee and the "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs" book that I purchased, but the internet was poop. Beautiful Hampton only has so much to offer, I need my internet dosage daily. And now that I have a new internet-machine to play with, reliable access has become all the more important.
Alright, I'll admit it. Mac's are cool. They really are. I ordered one a couple weeks ago and it finally arrived last week. I watched from a window all Friday afternoon, looking for the Fedex man to bring my package which was making its way around the world from its birthplace in China. I was so excited, I ran upstairs when I saw the truck turn around the corner, to pretend I hadn't been waiting and watching. The doorbell rang, I paused for a few seconds to better mimic that "Oh! The doorbell" reaction time, and then casually and carefully walked down the steps, as not to fall and knock myself out, which would prevent me from signing the digital pad.
I wanted to hate them. I prided myself on not surfing the Mac wave, citing the fact that many of my friends who swear by them have replaced them a couple times. I thought they were looking at Mac's with some kind of undue admiration, with a veil hiding the problems that Mac's really encounter. Maybe I was jealous, jealous of the glowing apple insignia on the front of many computers in a... well a Panera for one. That apple mocked me. Now it is my computer that is doing the mocking. But that's not what it's about, is it? Its about speed, ease, battery life, and sexy one-piece aluminum casing. It really is beautiful, and I have so much speed that I've run out of Internets to look at. Not a bad thing, people. I also have this thing called a.. a webcam? I've probably spent too much time attempting to video chat anyone who shows up with a little camera next to their name. Just wait until this thing becomes a video blog.
Anyway, the thing has been working go so far. I still don't consider myself Justin Long, and you'll hear from me if this thing starts to suck, but for now keep on sendin' the iChat invites.
PS: I swear I heard gunshots the other night. Better than C-ville I suppose, where I KNOW I heard gunshots. That was a good night, eh boys?
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