How About Them Apples? OR Why I Should Win the 3G S
My loyalty to Apple began at age 8, when I used my underdeveloped persuasive skills to convince my mom to buy a Macintosh 128k from a nearby garage sale. I would retreat to my room for hours, pecking at the keys and pretending to be a scientist. Apparently, scientist spend a lot of time on Mac Paint. You can imagine my disappointment when the "happy computer" image changed to a "sick computer" image for the last time.
After my first computer's destruction, my father enforced a strict "no Macintosh under my roof" policy. Never mind that his PC crashed every two or three weeks, my ancient machine had gone to pot, which meant anything bearing an Apple logo was complete junk.
I spent my adolescence as a Mac addict in a PC world. I reveled any chance I got to use a Mac, but never got one to call my own. Salvation came in 2001, in the form of a little device called an iPod.
I was one of the first people to purchase an iPod in my state. The significant problem with this purchase was that I had no MP3s whatsoever. I bought the iPod simply because it was an Apple product that my father wouldn't recognize as such. Eventually, some music found its way onto my device.
I've been a chronic updater ever since. I've owned nearly a dozen different iPods from several generations. As soon as I went off to college, I bought an iBook, and have since upgraded that. I also own an iMac. I've stood in line for both the iPhone and the iPhone 3G.
Now, though, my Apple addiction takes second priority to a new part of my life: my burgeoning family. With a lovely new wife at home and a (hopefully lovely) baby on the way, upgrading my already-awesome phone seems pretty frivolous. Fighting against the impulse to camp out in front of the Apple store and drop a few hundred bucks has made this week especially trying.
I would love to win the 3G S so as to not break tradition, to add to my collection of Apple gear, and to quiet the nagging little voice that whispers buy it, buy it, buy it.