I am sitting in the office in our apartment in Astoria, blogging on my new iMac.
I say new...it's an iMac G3. It is one of those coloured ones with all the machinations and buzzings and electronic fuzzamahoo built into the monitor unit.
It is running on Mac OS 9.2.2 (I think) and I am standing in the middle of it all like a French mime pretending that the surrounding crowd are very strange. Lots of windmilling arms and open-mouthed surprise, a sporty black and white-striped sweater, and a beret rakishly on the back of the head.
Metaphorically.
What we need is a little exra RAM, which in turn will lead to a slightly more youthful OS, and a slightly less confused-mime-style Stuart at the keyboard.
Seriously. One mouse button. What's that about? I feel like someone has sliced off two of my virtual fingers.
Krissa and I are off for a decadently late diner breakfast. I bid you adieu, have a good Monday, whether it be Independence Day or the beginning of your working week.
I believe I am contractually obliged to shout "wooo!" at this point. Get yerself some more RAM and get it running Panther (I think that's the latest OS that will run on it, but don't quote me on that!).
Nice metaphor, by the way.
It's a pity you added "Metaphorically" there. I quite liked the image of windmilling arms and open mouthed surprise :)
Take a look way down in the bottom of that-there iMac box, mister. There should be a two-button-plus-scrolly-wheel mouse stuck in there somewhere. Unless, of course, it never made it back in after I repacked the thing on Sunday morning and your freakishly-clickable user input device is languishing under my bed. Which is always a possibility.
Oh, we found it, thank you Mr. Biscuit, only 9.2.2...as far as I can see...doesn't support the three button mouse.
I'm getting used to it, if that's any consolation...