How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
Valentine's Day? Bah. And, let me add, humbug. But the crushingly commercial mood what has gripped the nation has inspired Hocking to speak of that love which dare not speak its name (though the law suit has recently been settled, so let's crack on). What am I jabbering about?
My lovely MacBook Pro.
- It looks great (more on that below).
- It runs Mac OS X Tiger, which is rather more stable and zippy than certain other operating systems
- It burns my lap, but I don't care, because I'm in looove! Shall I compare thee to a industrial trouser press? Thou art more useful, and your hyperthreading technology is just super.
The real point of this post (as much as any of my posts can be said to have a point) concerns the arrival of my Speck hard case, which appeared this afternoon in a FedEx package. (Being British, I'm excited by FedEx packages because they remind me of Zemeckis's Castaway.) If there are any Mac users out there who read this blog, they might be interested in my impressions. Feel free, m'Mac friends, to read on smugly. PC users do what the French call 'window licking'.
And so, all the way from the New World:
The graphic above shows just how snug is the fit. Bothpieces of transparent polycarbonate clip on with tiny, overlapping tabs, and the end result is something that render the MacBook Pro totally sweet (to wax Californian).
Can I have the next slide, please?
In the piccy above, you should be able to see that thereis no intrusion of the case onto the inner body of the laptop at all. In fact, as you'll note from the piccy below, once the laptop is open you'll have the Devil's own time trying to see that there is a case on at all.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a hot date.
This is a tiger noise: rrrrrraaaaowww.