If you read this blog or follow me on Twitter, you probably know about my intense hatred for Apple products. It may not be the products so much as it is the people who swoon every time Steve Jobs opens his mouth.
I really began to hate Apple back in college, when the iPod was just getting off the ground. I regularly had to use iMacs for my journalism classes, as well as laying out the student newspaper. (Yes, kids, I really was involved in club activities in college. In this case, I was an editor and got paid peanuts for my hard work. It was a sign of things to come.) The iMacs were a bit tricky to figure out when I first started using them, but I’m pretty good at learning new systems, but I would be working on a page, and several times a day, the application would crash. Seldom had I so intensely hated an inanimate object, well, sober anyway.
But now there’s a new reason for me to be wary of anything that has a lowercase “I” at the beginning of its name: melting iPods want to ruin your commute. Continue reading The McBournie Minute: Escaping you people just got harder for me