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aruanI feel like this huge weight is sitting on my chest, and every time I go to play Snow Patrol on iTunes or open a Word document I suddenly want to work on or catch up on the two weeks of LJ that I'm behind, I stop mid-motion and could almost cry that I can't. Which I realize says more about my gross dependence on my computer than anything else, but we antisocial fannish types deserve nice things, too.
It's like being a teenager and losing my car and phone privileges all over again, except I haven't done anything. And frankly, I've been too old for that kind of punishment for a long time. So it's over.
Read my kiss-off to Microsoft and all the Windows product purveyors who have hurt me.
To Whom It May Concern,
It's over. I've been hopeful that you'd change for too long, put up with too much, threw away far more money than reasonable, and all you've ever done is break my heart. I'm angry, I'm bitter, but mostly I'm tired. Of crying over lost photos I can't share with my mother, documents whose format means I'll never have a chance to turn them into journal entries or a book, biting my nails waiting for countless technicians to tell me whether this will be another one of those times that I'll have to reconcile the loss of a year of mementos.
And through it all, my best friend has had a Apple PowerMac G4 that in four years has survived eight dorm room moves, more than a dozen hurricanes, and the everyday minutiae in between, humming beautifully all the while.
Well, no more.
No more blue screens, no more program crashes, no more lost data. Microsoft, Sony, Western Digital, Dell, Norton – you're all guilty. You were supposed to make good, smart, reliable products, yet each and every one of you carries blame in my decision to close the door on Windows forever.
I refuse to be afraid of turning off my computer because next time it'll boot to a black screen telling me that my system32/config file is missing or corrupt. I won't spend another sleepless night on the phone with tech support, talking to one useless person after another and being told at the end of it that if I want my photos from Paris back, I can shell out $3,000 to an independent contractor. I shouldn't have to reinstall my programs, re-download my favorite songs, recover my bookmarks, reconstruct my playlists, and reset all the accompanying preferences that actually make a computer functional.
Just once. I'd like to have to do all of that just once, and rely on it. I've waited for you to figure it out for so many years – decent anti-virus protection, stable operating system, reliable hard disk, true plug-and-play functionality. I held up my end with firewalls and cool, dry places and not drinking over the keyboard, yet I'm going to bed tonight for the second time in a month unable to check my e-mail.
Well, I'm officially done crying, because I'm done with you. Mr. Jobs and Apple have a new client, because what's a girl to do with a performance-challenged underachiever who doesn't treat her right? Exactly what her best friend's been telling her for years.
Sincerely,
-J.
It's like being a teenager and losing my car and phone privileges all over again, except I haven't done anything. And frankly, I've been too old for that kind of punishment for a long time. So it's over.
Read my kiss-off to Microsoft and all the Windows product purveyors who have hurt me.
To Whom It May Concern,
It's over. I've been hopeful that you'd change for too long, put up with too much, threw away far more money than reasonable, and all you've ever done is break my heart. I'm angry, I'm bitter, but mostly I'm tired. Of crying over lost photos I can't share with my mother, documents whose format means I'll never have a chance to turn them into journal entries or a book, biting my nails waiting for countless technicians to tell me whether this will be another one of those times that I'll have to reconcile the loss of a year of mementos.
And through it all, my best friend has had a Apple PowerMac G4 that in four years has survived eight dorm room moves, more than a dozen hurricanes, and the everyday minutiae in between, humming beautifully all the while.
Well, no more.
No more blue screens, no more program crashes, no more lost data. Microsoft, Sony, Western Digital, Dell, Norton – you're all guilty. You were supposed to make good, smart, reliable products, yet each and every one of you carries blame in my decision to close the door on Windows forever.
I refuse to be afraid of turning off my computer because next time it'll boot to a black screen telling me that my system32/config file is missing or corrupt. I won't spend another sleepless night on the phone with tech support, talking to one useless person after another and being told at the end of it that if I want my photos from Paris back, I can shell out $3,000 to an independent contractor. I shouldn't have to reinstall my programs, re-download my favorite songs, recover my bookmarks, reconstruct my playlists, and reset all the accompanying preferences that actually make a computer functional.
Just once. I'd like to have to do all of that just once, and rely on it. I've waited for you to figure it out for so many years – decent anti-virus protection, stable operating system, reliable hard disk, true plug-and-play functionality. I held up my end with firewalls and cool, dry places and not drinking over the keyboard, yet I'm going to bed tonight for the second time in a month unable to check my e-mail.
Well, I'm officially done crying, because I'm done with you. Mr. Jobs and Apple have a new client, because what's a girl to do with a performance-challenged underachiever who doesn't treat her right? Exactly what her best friend's been telling her for years.
Sincerely,
-J.
