I have sad news to report: I broke up with my Macbook. I know, I know, you’re thinking we were so good together and that we were so happy! Well, sorry to burst that bubble but things never were really that great between the two of us. I mean, it started out fantastic. It was love at first sight. How could it not be? I just wanted to own it, and love it, and cherish it forever. As you can tell I had a tiny obsession with the Macbook.

OK, I’ll be honest. I wanted to be a Macboytoy. I did. I admit it. You know deep down you do too. You want to be one of those trendy people you see in the coffee shop window. You know the people I’m talking about: The ones sipping their double chocolate café lattes, while perusing their Itunes folders, downloading the latest Slate Political Gabfest podcast on their Ipod. I’d stalk it at Ipark or Hi-mart or any Apple Store I came across, shyly giving it a sidelong glance or circling it a few times hoping to work up the courage to purchase it, but knowing that the outrageous price put it way out of my leauge. So, I admired it from afar. Until that is I found one for sale and quickly snatched it up faster than you can say impulse buyer beware.

Yes, I’m sorry to report, that once I got my Mac home and began to use it, the hypnotizing spell of its aluminum surface broke. I realized in a few keystrokes that Macs were just too counter intuitive for my PC saturated brain. That new fangled magic mouse touch pad the Apple folks designed just felt awkward and clumsy. The two finger slide, the four finger wiggle, and the three finger circular motion just eventually devolved into one finger aimed squarely at my new Mac.

Even worse programs like my beloved Word have been mangled on Macs. Nothing is where it should be. The features I can usually do with a click have been submerged beneath a layer of menus. Sure, you might be thinking that since each iteration of office the software changes and if I can get used to that anything different on the Mac would be a snap to adjust to. Well, you would be wrong. I couldn’t adjust. I glared at my new Macbook as if it had just clipped its toenails and left the nails on the floor or if it had just left its dirty clothes on the floor instead of the hamper. How was I supposed to know that after the jumping the notebook fence to the other side that it’s not that the grass isn’t as green, it’s just that it’s an artificial plastic grass like the kind they use to fill Easter Egg baskets.

For weeks my Macbook stayed on the floor beneath my desk like a puppy cowering after being scolded. Anyway, it had to go. So we broke up. I went back to my PC and I’m happy to report it happily took me back, but the problem of portability still bugged me. You see I’m not a sizest but my Dell is a bit, shall we say hefty to lug around town. I shouldn’t have to lift weights just to get the upper body strength necessary to cart my laptop around when I want to do a little writing at the local coffee shop. I needed something smaller, sexier, and good deal lighter.

So I teamed up with my friend Ian and went to Yongsan in search of a new true tech love. I immediately fell for the Samsung X420. I know it’s only been a few days, but things are looking good. I don’t want to jinx things, but I’m sure if you cross your fingers and hope for the best for us that it wouldn’t hurt. In the end I’m quite happy and I have no regrets about my Macbook break up.

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