Ever felt all alone in the middle of a crowd? That’s what it feels like when everybody in the van you’re in is running a Mac and you’re on a PC. Second-class citizen? Nawh! Ugly stepchild? Nawh! Space invader? Now you’re talking!

Ipod, Itv, Inetwork IcanbewhatIwannabe. Everything is all about me. I don’t get it. Why not “A?” I mean, “A” is for “Apple,” right? What does “I” stand for?

Am “I” jealous? Yep! As an ol’ Mac man from way back who cut his teeth on the IIc and the Quadra 950, there are times when I do indeed lust after one of the sleek, sexy Macs that all the folks in the van are flashing around. My Japanese mistress and I (my Toshiba) are inseparable partners. She has done me well and I’m proud of how she holds up in the roughest conditions, even the intense heat of the desert of Brasil. But, a Mac? It may not hold up in Brasil’s heat and humidity; it may not endure being dropped
on its head; it may not know how to speak Portuguese (though I’m sure it could be tutored), but it sure is sexy, isn’t it?