Eeegh. I'm wandering over to the Apple website to scope new laptops. That's always a bad sign. Worse sign? Glancing at iPods, too.

And while I was glancing, I noticed that the high end iPod has as much storage space as the lowest end laptop. Seems like there could be a way for Adam to MacGyver it so the iPod could be a the tiniest laptop ever!, though glancing at iPoddy's screen, I'm not sure I'd like to go through life surfing the internet at 8p x 9p6.

I don't need a new laptop. My current laptop's great for what I do (writing and surfing), but it's a touch slow and, well, not a Mac. I've been denying my Mac DNA for years, cursing the systems at work and embracing PCs and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Total pose. I blame all the CS majors I hung out with in college.

I'm a Mac Girl. I've been a Mac Girl since the lable "girl" still applicable. Likelihood of picking one up this week, this month or this year? Slim to none. Actually, just none. But maybe someday.

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In other news, I'm the Pope Point Person. I've got a TV hanging over my workstation, and throughout the day, people have been coming over for updates. "Is he dead yet?" "Conflicting reports." "Is he dead yet?" "Vatican's denying it." "How 'bout now?" "Not yet."

It's just feeding the Monty Python "I'm not dead yet!" loop running in my head, which probably means I'm going to hell.