An apple a day...

Now playing: The Futureheads

Today was yet another fucked up day at the office. Tension was high. Deadlines were on the verge of being missed. And the client crucified me in front of everyone. Again. For the second time this week.

Apparently, he wants more "sizzle". So I'll see what I can "cook up". Whatever.

So, to make myself feel better, I decided to make my very own MacBook Pro. (And no, I wasn't drunk.)

You see, ever since starting my new job, I've been reacquanted with an old friend: Windows 98. And there's nothing I can do about it short of bringing my own laptop. And if things go well in the next couple of months, that's what i'll do.

There's no doubt that Macs are infinitely cooler than PCs. Steve Jobs is a genius. First, he comes up with the iPod. Then makes it compatible with PCs. Then forces you to use iTunes, indirectly familiarising you with Mac OS X. Then he makes you watch all the coolest trailers on Quicktime.

Very very subtle. And very smart. Before you know it, you're sold. You just HAVE to have a Mac.

Sneaky bastard.

So anyway, my tired, late 90s IBM ThinkPad is a real peace of crap. It hangs at least 3 times a day. It's heavier than Barenaked Ladies. And it's ugly. But nothing some ingenuity and a bit of cellophane tape can't fix.

BEFORE: Look at this piece of shit. Icons everywhere. Dinosaur design. This simply won't do.

AFTER: Much better. Note the icon placement and the accurate branding craftsmanship.

And just for reference, this is the real thing:

See? Absolutely no difference. Not convinced? Let's try that again:

If you can spot the difference, you're lying.