From a blog I used to have called Otherpeoplesblogs.
I know I have been lazy lately about posting, so please accept my apology for being even lazier by re-posting a comment I just made in the wondrous Andy Hardy blog. (If you haven’t been keeping up on his posts, shame on you.)
In reference to his ode to Macs on their 21st Birthday, I wrote this:
â€œI admit that people who love Macs are very much like cult members or fetishists. Iâ€™m sure PC people want to sink into the ground when they see us coming because they know weâ€™re about to launch into one of our smug speeches on the inherent superiority of the Macintosh.â€
Iâ€™ve always referred to this as â€œMacatitudeâ€, the rather obnoxious behavior that can sometimes beset someone who suddenly finds themselves wanting to place the Apple decal that came with the Mac on their car. (The car being, in most cases, a new VW Beetle.)
I should add though, I grew up with Apples and still have a 5 Â¼ inch disk signed by no other than Steve Wozniak himself. My father, (in what I always thought was an act of rebellion against his father who designed mainframes for IBM from the 1950â€™s until his retirement in the 1990â€™s), brought home our first Apple II+ in the late 70â€™s making our family the first in the area to have a home computer. Even though my sister and I always feel asleep when he tried to teach us â€œLogoâ€, the childrenâ€™s programming language, I have always been grateful that my father made sure we were always comfortable around technology. (Although I wished that feeling would have extended to childhood horror of having father who made our computer joysticks for games while all the other kids had â€œrealâ€ store bought ones.)
This is how I have been lately, and why I haven’t been posting. Other blogs stay cool, but I am still just the girl who had to live down homemade joysticks.
Bright and sunny in LA and I’m drabber than ever. (Drabber. Dictionary.com for some reason lists the second meaning of the word first. Odd.)
At least it looks like Devin in NYC feels that time is speeding up.