Although you can't tell, I finally got a Mac Friday night, just before taking the boys to see Harry Potter. My Dell
laptop, quasi-dependable for the last five years, is on its last leg.
It sucked the life out of batteries (I was tethered to the wall with a
7-month-old battery, my second one) and was pushed to the limit of what I needed to do. I really,
really use my computers: audio, video, Photoshop, in addition to
writing. My computer was old and lacked even the most standard, newer features which would
enable me to hook up certain webcams (I had neither a webcam or mic on
my laptop which meant that I was always running to Chris's studio to do my
Skype interviews for various media outlets). Basically, it was HARSHING
MY MELLOW.
Now I have this shiny, minimalist thing and I adore
it. It's made dealing with audio and video so much easier. Also, I think I
can now fly, eat beets without barfing, and kill spiders without
shrieking my head off. All because of the Mac.
I've
assured my PC friends that this does not mean that just I will
not start carrying messenger bags, buy black rimmed glasses, and listen to Coldplay excessively just because I own
a Mac. I don't have anything against any of those things, except for
Coldplay, because I think they suck. Chris Martin sings like he snagged
his groin on my uncle's cattle fence. Oh, and JOE SATRIANI.
Off topic!
I already miss my kids. They're with me all the time; I feel off-balance without them. I know that they will be fine with Chris because he is great with them and they'll go see movies and play video games and consume the candy that I've hidden at the top of the pantry behind the trash bags. But still, I miss them and I don't know if it's something hardwired into motherhood or if I'm just neurotic, but I always feel guilty and irresponsible when I leave them to go do anything for myself. I'll get over it only briefly, while I use all my faculties to freak out about the plane because, as you may know, I'm a ridiculous awful pansy when it comes to flying. Last night I made Chris rattle off the safety statistics as I dozed into my pillow.
If you're going to Chicago, please to be saying hello!
Posting here will be sporadic for the rest of the week, but I'll be on Twitter.
