So, I've tracked down all the paper tissues and thrown them all away

The mess is mostly cleared up, and I've had my first day riding the silver machine.

Of course, not everything is as scrummy as the scrummiest scrummy sweeties from Mr. Bonbon's Scrummy Sweetie Emporium, purveyor of the Scrummiest of Scrummy Sweeties to the Discerning Young Gentleman since 1823. Oooh, no sir.

One thing I'm not too keen on so far is the extremities of the keyboard. They seem to have been chopped off a bit. I guess it's so there's room for all the wizardry to do with dimming screens, and lighting keyboards, and those magic soundy things they call "speakers" being so good for their size...but I keep trying to hit a shift key that's only half there with my left hand, and the return key is a little bit too thin for anything other than my little finger.

I'm used to a 12" iBook, a dell laptop and various full-size keyboards, but for some reason, this one seems to be too small. It's exactly the same width as the iBook keyboard, but maybe it's a psychological thing, and I expect there to be more of it with there being more of the machine in general.

I've become an obsessive-compulsive. It's this glossy screen thing. If I approach the screen from the side and catch a finger mark in the reflection, it's straight out with the nearest spectacle lens cloth and that smudge is a bad memory. I'm hoping I'll stop doing this soon - if nothing else, it's pissing off anyone using the machine when I walk past.

Then there's this iSight thing - and it's unholy relationship with Delicious Library. That kind of thing should not be allowed.It has been a mammoth effort of will to restrain myself from deleting all of the things in my DL that I assiduously typed the ISBN or the barcode for, and to then sit there with a look of blissful, assanine rapture on my face scanning them in...beep.....beep.....beep all day long. Not to mention the fun that the "mirror" widget has given me. woo-hoo, I didn't realise how deep-set my eyes have become in this heat.

Oh, and I do feel a little dirty still, after putting Parallels on and installing a copy of XP. It had to be done, though, for the freak-show factor if nothing else. Eeeeeew, what's that yeuchy grey, angular window thing doing on my lovely new curvaceous smooth, glossy Mac?

"Ha-ha-ha, look daddy, it's got a silly window that pops up *all* the time telling you that it's not secure. Silly operating system, why doesn't it just be secure in the first place?"

"Shush, junior, you'll make the poor freak feel bad, you shouldn't talk like that about the inadequate. Especially not in front of them."

So that's what happened. I love my new MacBook Pro, other than trying to squeeze all those syllables that don't seem to go together too well out instead of just saying "Powerbook". Of course, I'm not In Love with it, you'll understand. The tissues were just a temporary thing before I got hold of myself again. No, that didn't come out right...neither did that.

Go away.