Susan Senator
All happy families are not alike...
All happy families are not alike...
Max and Macs
Anyway, could I be any prouder of him for taking after his geeky father, whom I adore, and surpassing him in cleverness?
Romeo and Macintosh
O mac comp, mac comp, wherefore art thou a mac comp?
deny thy Jobs and refuse thy G4 processor,
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my computer,
and I’ll no longer be a ‘doze user.
Tis but thy manufacturer that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a mac.
What’s mac? It is nor processor, nor RAM, nor monitor, nor case, nor any other part belonging to a comp.
O, be some other brand!
What’s in a brand name?
That which we call a Dell
By any other name would suck as much.
So the mac mini would, were it not a mac called,
Retain that dear perfection which it owes
Without that title.
Mac mini, doff thy manufacturer,
And, for thy manufacturer, which is no part of thee,
Take all my desk space.
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Just to clarify a few things:
‘doze stands for Windows,
Jobs is Steve Jobs,
G4 processors were what the old mac minis had, now they’ve been replaced with Intel chips,
and my desk space is important, since my desk is so cluttered 😛
~Max B
Nice poetry, Max.
All the cool people have macs. 🙂
We have 2 here at chez Diva. One is an iBook g4 and the other is last year’s 17 inch iMac.
I love my IBook G4 sooo much that half of the keys no longer have letters on them (good thing I touch-type)! My dad has the bigger one and really did not like its size so he’s now getting the little one, like I have.
Great Poem Max. I love my Mac. Tell your Mom you need the Cinema Display. I can view three webpages all at the same time. Make sure you get a superdrive too.
Once you go Mac, you can never go back.
my mac! my mac! how do i love thee! let me count the ways….
we are enthusiastic mac owners and users in this household, from the daddy who writes and illustrates his books in one, the mommy who blogs and composes on laptop all the way to the 5 year old who plays his games on a discarded desk top.
what a brilliant poem!! i love it!!
“Precious” – I LOVE that! Our computer is housed in our basement and I too feel the urge to check my email (and various blogs) numerous times per day (hey, I’m at home with four children – I need a little adult conversation sometimes!).