Donna’s old Dell died this week, and last night we ordered a new MacBook Pro to replace it. Slowly but surely, Macs are edging out PCs around these parts. Four or even three years ago, if someone had told me we’d ever drink Steve Jobs’ Koolaid, I’d have scoffed.
But then I got an iPad, followed by a desktop iMac, and became a convert. I love the way Apple devices share information, especially bookmarks, contacts, and calendar appointments. Donna’s new MacBook will do all that too, and wirelessly back up her files and data to the Airport device I installed a few months ago. Until now we’ve been using workarounds to make our PCs and Macs talk to each other, workarounds that not only are a pain in the ass to use but which don’t always work. Now our computers will talk to each other and share information with no effort on our part, and that, to me, is the great thing about Apple products.
Of course these same Apple products will just as eagerly share our online activities with the NSA. But so will anything made by Microsoft, these days. Good thing our thoughts are pure and we have nothing to hide, right, Big Brother?
Now if only we had iPhones we’d be totally cooking! Two years ago, when I went looking for new cell phones, Donna told me to get iPhones. I foolishly got Androids instead. When will I learn to listen to my wife?
More geekery: earlier this week I tried to load my F-15 PowerPoint presentation onto a flash drive, but it wouldn’t fit unless I zipped the file. I took the flash drive to the air museum and upzipped the presentation on the museum’s desktop, the one I’ll use when I give the presentation in September. The embedded video won’t play, but I think I know what I did wrong and will reattack the problem next week, after I buy a larger flash drive. And hey, if it still won’t work I can always load the presentation onto Donna’s MacBook and lug it to the museum for my talk.
Speaking of the museum, I noticed yesterday we have not one, but two McCulloch aircraft on display, a helicopter and an autogyro. Normally when we think McCulloch we think chainsaws, but they built aircraft too, and while the helo was a flop they actually sold a hundred or more of the autogyros. Which makes me wonder, why don’t we ever see autogyros flying around? I’ve never seen one in the air. Have you?
Whew, I don’t know about you, but I need a LOLpet break. Here’s Schatzi, keeping me company while I blog, and Chewy, curled up in her porcelain bed.
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