Quoted By: >>99910168
It started when I was 12 years old. I noticed my father's Mac Pro below his desk. Perturbed, I asked him "father why do you have a Mac?" (I was a Plebdows user at the time who didn't understand technology). "Well you see son, they're just better. They're built better. They're based on Unix..." but the words were meaningless to me because I was young. I didn't understand.
My father is a career long software dev btw.
Over the years I ignored his advice. What does my father know anyway. I hopped on the Android train to be a hipster (I was all about the HTC Evo rave; when I rooted it though to have the functionality of the iPhone I bricked permanently). I called my iPhone friends dumb because they "overpaid" (a classic Android cope).
I then purchased my first laptop. A Lenovo Thinkpad. I'm not an idiot, why should I get a Mac. I suffered through its sluggishness, bloat, and aesthetic vomit (characteristic of all Windows operating systems) for years. I tried Loonix but it wasn't much better, it constantly ran into problems plus my xz-utils package got compromised by a Chinese hacker.
That was until I met my girlfriend (now my wife), Lizzie. Lizzie needed help on her coding assignment. Blushing, she handed me her MacBook Pro in the lecture hall. What I saw was the beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes upon.
It was sexy, built of the finest aluminum in the universe. At the same time it was lightweight, like a feather (I couldn't believe you could fit the world's best processor in that thing). The keyboard... it was like humans evolved to use it. The user interface was brilliant, you could tell people actually took care into making it. The retina display showed me colors I didn't even know existed. I played with her system. I couldn't believe the seamlessness of the App Store and Unix shell. I took care of her problem: An uninitialized pointer. Then I went to the Apple Store and got a MacBook Pro myself.
Never looked back.
My father is a career long software dev btw.
Over the years I ignored his advice. What does my father know anyway. I hopped on the Android train to be a hipster (I was all about the HTC Evo rave; when I rooted it though to have the functionality of the iPhone I bricked permanently). I called my iPhone friends dumb because they "overpaid" (a classic Android cope).
I then purchased my first laptop. A Lenovo Thinkpad. I'm not an idiot, why should I get a Mac. I suffered through its sluggishness, bloat, and aesthetic vomit (characteristic of all Windows operating systems) for years. I tried Loonix but it wasn't much better, it constantly ran into problems plus my xz-utils package got compromised by a Chinese hacker.
That was until I met my girlfriend (now my wife), Lizzie. Lizzie needed help on her coding assignment. Blushing, she handed me her MacBook Pro in the lecture hall. What I saw was the beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes upon.
It was sexy, built of the finest aluminum in the universe. At the same time it was lightweight, like a feather (I couldn't believe you could fit the world's best processor in that thing). The keyboard... it was like humans evolved to use it. The user interface was brilliant, you could tell people actually took care into making it. The retina display showed me colors I didn't even know existed. I played with her system. I couldn't believe the seamlessness of the App Store and Unix shell. I took care of her problem: An uninitialized pointer. Then I went to the Apple Store and got a MacBook Pro myself.
Never looked back.