I know all that stuff about materialism, about things not making you happy and all that, I really believe it’s true. But when you need a tool (and that’s all this is) for your job (and that’s partly what this is), it might as well be a finely tuned, fine-looking machine (and that’s exactly what this is).

One of the best things about Mac stuff is the way they package it. When you open the box you’re greeted not with styrofoam peanuts and their unearthly squeaking but with a sleek silver-grey box greeting you with a welcome message from Apple, written in the most pleasing font. You slide the machine out of its cradle and it feels like you’re an archaeologist pulling treasure from Tut’s sarcophagus. Knowing that the thrill will wear off in a matter of minutes only makes me enjoy more it while it lasts. -Andrew Peterson

So, I ordered a Mac Book Pro the other night. Marla is starting to give me a few problems and Jason has been trying to talk me into getting a Mac for ages. My whole family switch to Mac years ago, never mind that I was borne and practically raised (I used how to use a computer in school, which was on an apple) on a PC. Seriously, for a while all that I knew to be true was completely shattered. I love Marla. Its hard to even type the news to her that she will be getting a new brother. But just maybe I will feel like Andrew Peterson and Marla will retire and think about the happy life she has lead.