Today, I pretty much gave up on Apple. Let me tell you my story.
On 26 November, I got my first iMac--a 24" 2.8GHz model for which I had been saving. I went with this model because I thought I wouldnt want to buy a PC for a few years so I should buy the most powerful machine possible. Unfortunately, I was incorrect!
Within two weeks, I noticed condensation on my screen. I chose to adopt a "wait-and-see" attitude, but the fact that I paid $2,300 for this computer weighed heavily on me. I couldnt sleep at night and it felt like bugs were crawling on my skin. So, I brought the computer back to Apple and they were good enough to replace it for a new one. Hooray!
With the help of Time Machine, I was able to restore the computers state within a couple of hours and things were great. However, much to my chagrin, two weeks later the new iMac also began to show condensation on its screen. "Surely," I thought to myself, "these new iMac contraptions must have some inherent flaw. It is the only logical explanation!" The solution was obvious--I needed a Mac Pro. It is more expensive, and should therefore be more better, because there is obviously a one-to-one correlation with "expensive" and "better".
I cart the whole mess back to Apple and brush off their attempt to make things right by giving me a third pre-broken iMac and instead demand one of their shiny aluminum towers. The devils eagerly agree and slurp away another thousand of my hard-earned dollars for a monitor--which chaps my hide, because the monitor is an inferior product--and rush back home, content that I have come out the victor in this exchange.
But, ho! Whats this? I nearly choke to death on my wine spritzer when I realize that I cannot even play the popular on-line game "World of Warcraft" on the terrible 23" Apple Cinema Display nearly as well as I could on the accursed 24" iMac! Everything lagged horribly and my movements were restricted--I was completely unable to "pwn" the "nubs", as they say. In fact, I myself was "pwned" by several "nubs", more than once because of how badly the new equipment was making me play, and the humiliation burned me deeply!
After laying down more than three and a half thousand dollars just to be able to watch the female night elf dance animation without lagging or skipping, I decided that life was imitating art--Apple was "pwning" *me*, as if *I* were the "nub!" I rushed back to the Apple store and spewed a slander on all of their mothers, demanding recompense and a new iMac before I cast level 9 "Stinking Cloud" in their faces. My tirade about how their flagship CAD workstation and professional platform should play games better than their consumer platform left them dumbstruck with awe, and I further amazed them by drawing a diagonal line going up and to the right. "Higher is more expensive, and right is more better. See how there is a one-to-one correlation with more expensive and more better? THAT'S HOW SIMPLE THIS IS, BEY-OTCHES!"
They trembled with fear and agreed with me and gave me a new iMac. Imagine the burning rage that exploded out of every single one of my pores when I took that iMac--my third, for those of you keeping track--back to my home, turn it on, and it explodes in a shower of sparks and loose wires and fan blades! I demanded, and received, a fourth iMac. Thats four! If youre a character on "The Simpsons", thats ALL OF THE FINGERS ON ONE HAND!
This, however, seemed to do the trick, and I relaxed back into my customary state of bliss, until three weeks later, my screen began to display the tell-tale hints of that accursed condensation!
Tired of having to put on pants and leave my house to deal with the local Apple store, I call up AppleCare and give them a piece of my mind. They told me to clean the screen off and call my local Apple store. I found some clean pants and set them by the door--just in case--and called those nefarious bastards first thing in the morning. Their hold music bored me, so I "pwned" some "nubs" in World of Warcraft for more than three and a half hours! It never occurred to me to drive down there or to call a different Apple store, because I was busy "pwning".
After "pwning" for three hours, I called AppleCare back and told the guy exactly how I felt about the local store. Insightfully, the AppleCare guy suggested I drive to the store and tell them how I feel directly. Meanwhile, he pledged his life and honor to finding a solution to my problem with the screen condensation, and put me back on hold.
"Time for action," I thought. I struggled into my pants--what a chore!--and drove again to the Apple store, multitasking the entire way while on the phone. The manager was unimpressed at my arrival to his store again, so I threw my phone directly at him. His life ended the Moto RAZR sliced cleanly though his neck. "YOUR LIVES ARE ALL FORFEIT! I CLAIM THEM AS COMPENSATION FOR MY INCONVENIENCE!" I screamed these words at the top of my lungs as I tore free from my street clothes, uncovering the ninja uniform I always wear underneath. My katana was live in my hands as I danced through the aluminum and glass building, spilling blood and singing a song of death and destruction. Truly, all those hours spent "pwning" in World of Warcraft had prepared me well for this moment, this orgiastic destructive rampage.
It was all over in minutes. I stepped over the bodies of the employees and popped $2,500 out of the cash register, then walked across the mall to the HP cart and bought an HP Pavilion, with a quad-core processor and a 24" monitor. Now safely back at home, I installed World of Warcraft and found myself able to "pwn" far more quickly and with much greater efficacy than before. Additionally, I installed iTunes and was shocked at how well the "Cover Flow" feature looked, and nearly lost myself in the dizzying spectacle of artwork flying around my head at the speed of light.
I apologize to you, dear reader, if my words seem filled with rage, but I fear the injustice of it all has permanently discolored my opinion of all things Apple. However, Ive learned something today--everything that Apple makes is stupid and smells like poo.
P.S. Tell Steve Jobs that Ive got a bullet with his name on it, and that he should sleep lightly because Im ****ing coming for him.