I'm getting like an email a minute from rabid pro/anti mac friends, complete with snark, logical fallacies, links to weird stuff on the net, etc. It's like shipperwars without any sex.
Sigh. And my XO still isn't here yet -- I want my tiny green laptop RIGHT NOW so I can write on the train without involving notebooks. Though I evidently amused someone on the T the other day by scribbling in my notebook; she commented that longhand writing was a lost art. I think my wrist agrees. Especially since nothing I've written has been postable, even anonymously. Oh well.
ETA: sorry for venting. But it's LJ, and I promise I won't do it too much.
ETA2: and cross-country skiing by moonlight followed by a stiff drink makes it all better. I am a simple beast.