PC or Mac?

After seeing my friend's Macbook's battery life outlast my PC by hours, I've been considering getting a Mac of some kind. I would really like a macbook air, just because I love the portability of it, but I'm not sure if I want to deal with the smaller hard drive and lack of optical drive, which I already am dealing with.

Here's my pro/con list.

Pro:
-Battery life
-Display
-Backlit keyboard
-Fun features
-Magnetic charging cord, I've had several issues with the standard PC adapter

Con:
-Cost
-Smaller hard drive, which equals more cost (buying an external)
-Lack of familiarity

I'm sure there are more on both sides, so I'm asking you. Are you a Mac or a PC? Why? Which would you recommend?

Thanks in advance!

What is it?

What is it about writing a 10 page paper that is just so hard for me? Geez. I wrote extra on my high school term paper because I was a geek who enjoyed writing.

I actually know what it is, I'm just not sure how it happened. How did I go from this brainy kid who cried over B's to this content adult who has the attention span of a fly? (Do flies have short attention spans? Hmm, let's use the theory proposed in the last post, and pretend like they do. It's not just short, it's actually on 4 seconds, which is exactly where I am. How'd you like that?)

Or, tell me, why is it that I can write millions of blogs and stay on task with them for hours, but I can't finish these last four pages?! It's not that hard, no citations. It's not even not that hard, it's totally not hard at all. Standard English. No APA. I JUST can't do it.

I'm really glad none of my blog friends have posted anything today because then I would be in massive trouble, because I also have no issue reading blogs or books or anything for hours, I just can't write this freaking paper.

It could be my desk and chair being morbidly uncomfortable. I was thinking yesterday that I wanted an exercise ball for a desk chair, because that would make me sit up more, but today...Today I realize that I wouldn't be able to put my feet on my desk like the boys who work around me if I were sitting on an exercise ball. (Of course, I only do it when they aren't in here, I am a lady afterall.)

Or, it really and truly could be the blind on the window behind me that is banging with the breeze that's blowing in the closed window. Yeah, it's blowing that hard outside. Eh, that's the plains for ya.

Maybe, it's my lack of commitment. Since my graduation date was shoved back a whole year, it most definitely could be that. Did I tell ya'll about that? I can't remember, short attention span remember.

It could also be the janitor who keeps coming in on his cell phone yacking to his daughter about bringing her a soda. Really, really? A soda. Is that a necessary conversation to have while in my office.

I mean, I'm the only one left on the premises I'm sure. Go talk to your daughter in someone else's office. Better yet, just stay out of mine because you like to talk waay to much, and I have a paper to write.

About lying...

Had a thought, figured I should share.

I'm not going to say I'm a good liar, because when it comes down to it, I'm probably really not. I just can't keep from grinning like an idiot. Some times, even when I'm not lying I end up grinning like an idiot.

So I guess I should have said, about bluffing, because that I can do. Wanna know how? You just pretend like you know what you are talking about, and you do it with so much confidence, that most people will be too timid to argue. I'm serious. It works.

Maybe it works for me because I'm a little pushy and overbearing. (Or a lot.) But still, it works. For example, I used to work for this awesome retail company, and while you never lie to a customer about something, you are selling products and you talk them up. How many customers are going to say, "Does this lotion really have that much aloe?" Not that many, well you might now that you have read this, but before would you have?

Same goes in school. As long as you can prove your point, in any way, most teachers will go with it. (In a liberal arts college anyway.)

And job interviews, let me tell you. It's key. You are selling yourself. Talk it up, embellish a little. Use big words, but have some idea what they mean in case some one else does. I'm not saying go in and start talking about extemporaneous business cases or anything.

So basically, what I'm saying is. Lying is a necessary skill. Not lying, bluffing. But really it is. So is confidence. Even if you don't believe, it bluff like you are oh so confident in whatever it is you want people to think you are confident about it. It works, I SWEAR.

Did you know?

--That I have never seen Gone with the Wind start to finish? But that I love Cat on a Hot Tin Roof?

--That I would love to up and move to a beach anywhere, as long as it was at least warm, but that my husband would never let me? We have considered buying a vacation home when we have better credit however, since we have no mortgage.

--That I am late for everything, unless it's important? I try not to be, I'm just not a very fast mover.

--That my best friend and I have known each other for more than 20 years, but have truly been best friends for almost exactly that long?

--That Chance drunkenly rubbed previously mentioned bff's boobs when we all lived together? She was too drunk to remember and he has felt guilty for 4 years about it until he confessed this year.

--That I could care less about that last one, but he was really worried I would be pissed?

--That I told her I was pregnant before I told him because he went to the movies with his parents?

--That I've only kissed 1 man, and 2 boys?

--Or that I've only ever made love with that same one man?

--Did you know I was just complaining about my brain not being very creative, and even wrote a blog whining about feeling blah, yet right after I churned this whole sucker out?

I feel a little better. Think I'll go work out.


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Get the ruler out!

I had a realization yesterday about men and their peepee's. I wrote this REALLY long blog about it. It was really good. I'll try to repeat it as best as possible.

About a month and a half ago, we got some extra money from a side job Chance did. (Definition of a side job: work that is not done during normal business hours and of which the pay is not regular income counted on to pay bills) We really weren't expecting to get it when we did, and we didn't expect to get as much as we did.

We go to walmart to buy a new computer since I have been using my mom's since April. We find the one we want, only to *find* that the only one they have is the display, which they don't sell. Chance spends a few minutes wandering around the electronic area (I know, what was I doing letting him even look.) and decides that he wants to get a surround system. After some begging on his part and a promise that he will buy the new computer with the left over money and his next pay check, we get the surroud system that matches the big screen tv we bought this last spring.

So that he can feel superior and prove that he does in fact have the biggest peepee of them all, my husband immediately starts calling his male counterparts to tell them all about his purchase.

His first call, his dad. His dad really isn't interested. He still has a console tv. He is proud that his son can buy these items and carry on the family legacy.

His second call is to his boyfriend. (If you've forgotten about the boyfriend, you can find him here, here, and here

He takes the bait. They talk for at least 30 minutes about who has the bigger pe--I mean, better sound system. Boyfriend also has the exact same model tv, ours is just newer and the speaker is on the bottom not the sides. So, of course any time either of them is here or there, they have to debate which has the better tv. They don't stop there of course, they also talk about who has the better truck, or better whatever. Chance of course wins because he has an heir who can continue the male legacy of peepee measuring.

His final call is to my dad. Chance works with my dad, so he also got money from this same side job, only he got more because he was running said job while Chance was doing most of the work. (I'm not being snotty about this, it's basic laborer boss dynamic.) This call about the sound system has worked my dad up, he now needs a new tv and sound system also. My mom is put out because now my dad is going to blow money on a tv and sound system.

This past weekend my dad buys his new crap and they still have to call each other and say, "Does yours do this?"

Chance says that isn't the only thing they do either. He actually told me this last night. They also compare food at lunch, as in they boast and say who has the better food every day at lunch, even though they are both eating microwave warmed up junk. Chance says he won yesterday because, while he had a cheesy weiner (No really, the Better Cheddar kind) my dad had a cold steak. Steak would be the automatic winner, but it was cold and he didn't have anything to go with it, so he lost.

Boys, no one really cares who's is bigger. It's ok. : )