Macs Killed My Inner Child

I recently got a brand new iPod Nano (from the most wonderful, loving person in the world!) for my birthday. I've been wanting one of these for months now, since 4 gb of dataspace for my classical music is like a toy sent down from heaven. Of course, Megan gave it to me when I was back in Lethbridge for reading week, so I hooked it up to my 'rents computer to play with it. Life was good.

However, upon my return to Victoria, I hooked it up to my laptop. Now, I've been prepared to own an iPod for months, getting and upgrade for my USB (ol' lappy was 1.0USB), clearing hard drive space for the impending rape of hundreds of CDs, and so forth. Little did I realize that Apple hates Windows users. Hates them so much, in fact, that it seems to have designed iTunes to function only with a system no more than two years old at the maximum. No amount of tinkering or screwing around with settings could even modestly convince iTunes that I, in fact, do have a CD drive on my computer. I spent about 12 hours total changing things around with my system, including some serious registry edits, which I was loathe to do, but did anyways.

Finally, after said amount of time, I broke down and called the tech support line, fearing the voice of someone who didn't speak english as their first language. Luckily, I called the Canadian line, and only got somone in french, which I could deal with. Then the shit came down. First thing the guy tells me is to do all the things that I already spend the better part of two days doing. Even though I told him what I had done to try to fix the damn iTunes in the first place. After a frustrating 15 minutes of recounting every detail of my foray into the repairs, buddy finally agrees that I've done everything on his list, and goes to find his supervisor.

Supervisor Guy seems nice, but the way the conversation starts, I know he plans to let me down hard. Supervisor asks me to email my drive specs to Apple, and they'll get back to me. They've had this type of problem before, but it hasn't been resolved as of yet, since the technology in question tends to be outdated. I could hear poor lappy's heart breaking at the sound of his unsympathetic reasoning. Needless to say, I'm frustrated. I can do everything, except playback a CD, which is silly, because the drive works fine with every other program.

Anyways, this got me a little frustrated with Apple. Then I thought, maybe if I owned a Mac, this wouldn't have been a problem. I promptly smacked myself across the face and made sure that the food I was eating wasn't rancid in some fashion.

I don't like Macs. Something about them just bothers me, kind of like door to door religious salespeople bother me. That empty pit of the stomach feeling. It's hard to describe, but this video goes a long way to explaining it. I almost died watching it, since it says all that I've been trying to get across in my random Mac diatribes over the last few years.