Let me tell you a story.
Last week, I went on a vacation. A wonderful vacation. Lots of sunshine and plenty of fresh ocean air. What made the experience even better was having my new MacBook Air with me, with its sleek design and knifelike sharp edges. I had been simply amazed at how much I could do with such an affordable device. Why, just hours earlier, in a panicked search to no avail for a long flat knifelike utensil to spread some jam on my toast, I quickly realized that the sharp edges of my Macbook Air, while not serrated, would suffice. And suffice it did indeed! Jam on toast never tasted so good. My investment had already paid for itself! So of course it was absolutely clear that I must take my wonderful multi-purpose tool with me on my cruise. A vacation in the sun.
I had never imagined in my entire life that a device such as this would make me so happy. Deliriously delighted, really, like a naive young child who found an unwrapped, albeit delicious, lollipop on the ground, and went prancing back to his mother, who then promptly scolded him. So there, on the sun deck I stretched myself out, proud of what I presented as onlookers looked on. Of course, however, and I hadn't realized it at the time, they were not admiring my toned lean physique, but rather the sleek aluminum masterpiece sunbathing besides me. No, it was not a beautiful robotic female companion, but rather my MacBook Air. But I was concerned. Concerned for my skin, as it had already started to bake in the warm sunshine. I asked a fellow vacationer to apply some sunscreen to my back, and she did so, willingly, but I sensed that she kept one watchful eye on my Air. I felt uneasy, realizing that the attraction my MacBook Air was getting, may have been for sinister reasons. I pondered, did she want to steal my precious? As I continued to contemplate others' intentions, I had not realized the sunscreen applicator had already walked away. I think she had asked me something, but I was deep in thought and hadn't heard her. She must've felt ignored, and thus left me. Me and my Macbook Air. My precious.
I shrugged it off, positioned myself on the lounge chair, and situated my MacBook Air on my lap. In a proud and glorious moment, I heard the loud start-up ring. It was happening. It was actually happening! I smiled from cheek to cheek. A smile that could've only been a result of pure and absolute bliss. Seconds later, I was presented with a bare desktop with a view into another spiraling galaxy. Ah, a world in my own hands, as I sat on the cruise ship, bathing in the sunlight. But what is this? I could see many a reflection, even though I had turned up the display brightness to maximum. The glossy display, while anti-glare, was failing me! I was in disbelief, and my smile quickly disappeared as my mouth gaped open and my brow furrowed. I could still see the contents of my screen, but colors appeared washed-out against the powerful sunlight. My disbelief quickly developed into irritation and even a hint of anger. My reflection in the display mouthed several harsh words in utter discontent. Just as quickly as the pride had come to my being, it left and was replaced by frustration.
Moments later, I realized that I must retreat to my shaded cabin. As I had spent so much money on my wonderful precious, I had little to spend on a decent room, so I was left with a small cabin with no ocean view. It didn't matter though. As long as I had my MacBook Air. And thus, I spent the remaining seven glorious days in my confined cabin. But I was in sheer ecstasy, as I had my MacBook Air to keep me company. And until the Ivy Bridge update, when I will look at my current precious and scoff, it will continue to bring me more pleasure than I ever thought I deserved.