I love my Mac. His name’s Alfred, in case you were wondering. You know, like Bruce Wayne’s butler. And he’s just as awesome, and helpful.
I’ve done quiet a bit in the last six days of having a Mac, including doing my first bit of design work on it. I also learned what applications I need to rip and burn DVDs, which is so fast I have a hard time believing that this is actually working. Amazing, right?
I’m still in awe that I’m able to do all the things I can, and so far.
I was scared to make the switch full time. I even bought Parallels, just in case there was something I needed to do on Windows. I haven’t even opened it aside from when I installed it, to make sure it worked. It’s amazing.
Who knew that I’d convert after all these years? Did I go to the “dark side?”, no. I think quite the opposite, actually. I went from years of being frustrated with Windows, and not being able to do the things I wanted to, to having the simplicity of a Mac, and the ease that comes with it.
I’ve got a lot of web-related stuff to do this weekend, so I’ll finally put it to the test. I’ll also be upgrading the last two drives in it (the one it came with, and the secondary one that will be for Time Machine backups), and possibly getting a new mouse.
Why didn’t any of my Mac friends make me switch years ago? Thanks, jerks.