s/Windows/OS X/

So I'm goofing around on WoW Saturday morning, killing time before a run. I'm on my blood elf rogue, running through the Ghostlands. I look away from the screen for a minute, and when I look back, I'm being ganked by a couple spiders and a lynx. WTF. Sprint's up and I'm not high enough level yet for Vanish, so there's no escape. I'm dead. A flash of blinding rage overcomes me. Without thinking I punch my laptop screen. The display goes black, and then it's filled with an array of thin, weirdly colored vertical lines, except the spot which my fist contacted, which is still black but with weird grey streaks, kinda like a bruise. Oh great. Nothing I try helps. It's dead Jim.

Of course this is an OSAF laptop, so now I have to email my boss and be all "Hey dude, I did something very baaaaad". Of course he's totally cool and doesn't give me any shit for it, even though I can tell he's thinking that I'm a retard. And now I need a new machine immediately, cos I've got a raid on Sunday night, and I need to be able to work on Monday without going into the office - imagine going into the office... the horror... So I hop Muni to the Apple store and pick up a Macbook Pro. Nice. I've been wanting one of these for a while. In fact I've been begging Ted to have work get me one, but we've got this 3 year depreciation cycle, and I've only been at the company for 2y 3m. But now I have my own, and while there are many like it, this one is mine.

I spend much of Saturday setting up the machine, and it's super easy, like Macs always are. The only thing that's missing, STILL, is out of the box sync with my Treo 650. Luckily a few years back I bought The Missing Sync and was able to re-download it. Now I have my contacts synced between phone, laptop and .Mac. Didn't bother with calendar, though, cos I'm perfectly happy with Google for that.

All's well that ends well, except my credit card balance. And I'm mighty impressed with how easy and quick the Apple store made it for me to spend that money. No waiting in line, just some dude with a little handheld device asking for my email address so he can send me a receipt. That's how all shopping experiences should be.