Black is Beautiful When I got home from work, the first thing I did was look at my front door to see if the note I had left for the UPS guy was still there. It was. The note asked the UPS driver to drop off the delivery with my mother in the trailer. I also noticed that there was no new attempted delivery slip on the door. Either the driver had arrived and dropped off my MacBook with my mother, or he had not arrived at all. I went straight to the trailer to check with my mom.

I knocked on the door. After a minute, my mother answered, still looking under the weather from the virus that sent her to the doctor yesterday.

"Your package is there," my mom said, pointing to a box just inside the door. She turned around and headed back to bed.

I grabbed the package and started to leave, then thought I'd better ask, "How are you feeling, mom?"

"A little better," she says. "I'm able to keep my food down now, but I'm still -"

"That's great, mom," I say. "Feel better." I grabbed my package and headed for the house.

Well, I've only had about an hour to play around with my new MacBook so far. It was a snap getting it to work on my wireless network, much easier than setting up my Dell. I admit that I was all set to hate the MacBook, but I'm here to tell you: I am in love.

Oh, sure, it runs a little hot. I can live with that. As for the glossy screen that some people say is so reflective that it makes the screen hard to see, my initial impression is that it is gorgeous. I'm typing this entry on my new MacBook, and I have to say, the colors are sharp and vibrant. I may have more to say about that as I use my MacBook in different lighting environments, but for the moment, I'm blown away.

It's so beautiful, I've been on the verge of tears since my MacBook first booted up. I'm reminded of the scene in the movie, "The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad!," where we see a montage of Leslie Nielsen on a date with Priscilla Presley, accompanied by the tune, "I'm Into Something Good," by Herman's Hermits, only the version of the song going through my head right now goes something like this:

Woke up this mornin' feelin' fine
There's somethin' special on my mind
My MacBook has finally arrived, it's in the neighbourhood
Whoa yeah
Somethin' tells me I'm into something good
(Somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')

She's the kind of Mac who's not too shy
And I can tell I'm her kind of guy
She booted up and welcomed me like I hoped she would
(she welcomed me like I hoped she would)
Somethin' tells me I'm into something good
(Somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')

Some people are bashing Apple for charging a $150 premium for their black model. It all comes down to supply and demand. Based on the higher demand of the black iPod nanos from Apple, the company anticipated a higher demand for the black MacBooks and adjusted the price accordingly. You can make fun of me all you want for spending the extra $150, but I say it's just jealousy. If any of you have a problem with that, you can kiss my MacBook's black ass.

I'm sure I'll have more to say about my MacBook in future posts. For now, my MacBook and I have a date with a caramel macchiato at the local Starbucks.

Something tells me I'm into something good.
- Bernie  ¶ 4:57 PM