
My Love/Hate Relationship with Apple (A Delightful Rant)
In the beginning, there was Windows, and it was good. As a wee Buffalo calf, I harbor fond fragments of life piloted behind weathered grey CRT monitors as I quested through virtual mazes on Prodigy. Many hours were dissolved by frantically playing NHL ’99 on an IBM tower with a Thrustmaster joystick—the pin connection type. I even remember my first dance with the Internet at the...