As I wait on pins and needles for Apple to send word that my (er, their) latest toy is on its way from China to California, I'm reminded of the teasing I get over loving Apple products -- buying them, blogging about them, reading about them. Even hailing the company's flagship retail store on Fifth Avenue in NYC as some sort of techie mecca. And it's true, maybe sometimes I do get somewhat overzealous in my admiration for all things "Designed by Apple in California", but I like to think of it as an exercise in refined taste. Expensive taste, sure, but you get what you pay for I say. Yet, for all the ridicule I endure for getting all kid-on-Christmas over Apple product launches and developer previews, the fact is I don't go fanboy crazy and buy anything and everything they put out and I don't have a shrine dedicated to Steve Jobs that I pray to every night before bed. I'm just a gadget lover who appreciates the care and engineering Steve and friends put into their stuff. Let the record show that my ownership of things Apple is limited to the following:
- Late 2008 unibody 13" MacBook
- First-generation iPhone (8GB)
- Fifth-generation iPod nano (16GB)
- Two iPod shuffles -- second-and third-gen models
- Two Apple Remotes -- one plastic and one aluminum
- A wireless Mighty Mouse
- A Magic Mouse
- Mini DisplayPort to VGA & DVI video-out adapters for my MacBook
- And, as of this coming Friday, a 64GB iPad with Wi-Fi + 3G
And a partridge in a pear tree. My collection is peanuts compared to some people. I mean, at least I'm not vain enough to shoot a video showing off all my stuff. As I said, I just really love Apple's products and can't wait to move my daily computing life to the Mac full time. So fear not, friends. I haven't turned into a disillusioned Mac minion who bashes Microsoft at every turn and wishes their address was 1 Infinite Loop, Cupertino CA, 95014. And I promise I'll never say anything like one Macworld reader did today:
Despite what anyone writes, or thinks for that matter, if it's Apple and in my hands, I love it. Period.
That's taking things too far, man. That's when I'll know to seek professional help.