PC or Mac? Or if 6 was 9?


You have probably seen the Mac guy vs. the PC guy ads on TV in which Mac guy is cool and hip and PC guy is rather drab and clueless. I guess that maybe the ads are a little bit funny. But when it comes to personal choice, I could give a rat’s ass.

Now I think computers are great and thank Al Gore everyday for inventing the Internets. But the truth is, computers are a tool that I use. They are tools that I enjoy using much more than other tools such as say, a mill bastard file or a crescent wrench, but they are nonetheless a tool. I want the tool that works best and is the easiest to use and that does not cause me to bloody my knuckles. I used Macs a lot when I worked full-time for newspapers. I use a PC now because I am borrowing one. Both seem to get the job done. Both seem to screw up at the most inopportune times. Six of one or nine of the other.

No doubt many people out there in Computerland are as rabid about their own computer as I am about … well, I’m not very rabid about a whole lot. But people have their own brand loyalties as well as preferences and that makes the business world go around I suppose.

Since I have wasted way too many words on the subject of Mac vs. PC, I intend to close with a list of other matters taken from today’s headlines about which I really don’t give a rat’s ass:

1. Madonna’s attempt to adopt a child from Mars, or wherever the hell it is that she was.

2. Kirstie Alley fitting into a bikini.

3. The Seahawks beating the Raiders.

4. Mice with jet lag die young.

5. FedEx cancels order for 10 Airbus A380s.

Or in the words of Jimi Hendrix:

… If the sun refuse to shine,
I don’t mind, I don’t mind,
If the mountains fell in the sea,
let it be, it ain’t me.
Alright, ‘cos I got my own world to look through,
And I ain’t gonna copy you.

Now if 6 turned out to be 9,
I don’t mind, I don’t mind,
Alright, if all the hippies cut off all their hair,
I don’t care, I don’t care.
Dig, ‘cos I got my own world to live through
And I ain’t gonna copy you.

White collared conservative flashing down the street,

Pointing their plastic finger at me.
They’re hoping soon my kind will drop and die,
But I’m gonna wave my freak flag high, high.
Wave on, wave on
Fall mountains, just don’t fall on me … “

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