Ok, they don't suck. They're computers and they do computer things. Computers, in spite of all the hype of the last two decades to the contrary, still lag way behind cars in user friendliness. It is for this reason, when called out as a computer guy, I recommend Apple.
Two reasons. One, their customer support has the kind of reputation that borders on religious fanaticism. Two, I don't know squat about modern Apple computers. Ok, I was once an expert on the Apple ][ series, a time when PETs, VIC20s, and TRS-80s still roamed the earth. But the little graphic artist GUI love child just never caught my eye.
When I say, "buy a Mac," the subtext is "and call their tech support with all your woes, this is not the computer guy you're looking for." It's not a subtle hint, really. Still, when computers seem like magic, a sorcerer, a necromancer, or a unicorn must look like basically the same thing. You know magic, wave your bloody wand already.
Along the magic lines, one of my apple users, the proud owner of two ancient iMacs, capable on running no more than OS9, wants me to "just copy everything to the new one." Sadly, my canned response of "go find an Apple person" doesn't fly here, this is a relative.
So, moving at the speed of USB 1, and only half knowing what I'm doing, I curse the iFruit.
Two reasons. One, their customer support has the kind of reputation that borders on religious fanaticism. Two, I don't know squat about modern Apple computers. Ok, I was once an expert on the Apple ][ series, a time when PETs, VIC20s, and TRS-80s still roamed the earth. But the little graphic artist GUI love child just never caught my eye.
When I say, "buy a Mac," the subtext is "and call their tech support with all your woes, this is not the computer guy you're looking for." It's not a subtle hint, really. Still, when computers seem like magic, a sorcerer, a necromancer, or a unicorn must look like basically the same thing. You know magic, wave your bloody wand already.
Along the magic lines, one of my apple users, the proud owner of two ancient iMacs, capable on running no more than OS9, wants me to "just copy everything to the new one." Sadly, my canned response of "go find an Apple person" doesn't fly here, this is a relative.
So, moving at the speed of USB 1, and only half knowing what I'm doing, I curse the iFruit.