I recently discovered that I want a Mac (Big surprise, a year ago I hated Mac and all that it was). I have my heart set on a dual core Intel mini. Last night, I decided to pull out the old Shakespear and modify it a bit to make sense here, and here’s what I came up with (by the way, this is the famous balcony scene from Romeo & Juliet, Scene 2 Act 2):
Romeo and Macintosh
O mac comp, mac comp, wherefore art thou a mac comp?
deny thy Jobs and refuse thy G4 processor,
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my computer,
and I’ll no longer be a ‘doze user.
Tis but thy manufacturer that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a mac.
What’s mac? It is nor processor, nor RAM, nor monitor, nor case, nor any other part belonging to a comp.
O, be some other brand!
What’s in a brand name?
That which we call a Dell
By any other name would suck as much.
So the mac mini would, were it not a mac called,
Retain that dear perfection which it owes
Without that title.
Mac mini, doff thy manufacturer,
And, for thy manufacturer, which is no part of thee,
Take all my desk space.
On the same note (at a different volume), here‘s a brilliant little movie poking Microsoft for its horrible package design. It’s great!