PC vs Mac

Last year I actually considered getting a Mac for awhile, if for no other reason than to use the ones at the bookstore better. That plan was quickly set aside after upgrading my pc and finding out that the master Apple plan is for you to loose all your purchased music when you re-install iTunes. Riiiight. I did manage to figure out how to rip my purchased music off my old hard drive, though. And of course, their support center was less than helpful in doing so.

Personally, if iTunes was supposed to convert PC owners, they've sadly overestimated the allure of their resource intensive, minimally adaptive iTunes. Gah! Still looking for another solution to using iTunes that will still work with my cell phone.

That said, I adore Mac's advertisements! I've been watching them on their website and scaring the dogs with wild cackling. Seems I've either missed a few or some of them are web-based only. They are particularly funny when you realize there's a bit of a similar take you could take with the BTW and Neo-Wiccans, as Josh pointed out. Though there's arguments to be made on either side as to who is the Mac and who is the PC there. Watching the commericals with that in mind has been rather hysterical.

Musings on secret treasures & pleasures

I'm not a huge fan of the "Prarie Home Companion" series, though I do enjoy it from time to time. My parents, however, are huge fans and go every chance they get at Tanglewood and SAC (the Saratoga Arts Center). I'm just not a huge fan of their music selection, though Guy Noir is hysterical, I'll admit. Not as funny as Car Talk, but then very little in this life is!

Instead, I am a ravingly monstrously huge fan of "The Vinyl Cafe", which is Canada's version you could say. Stuart McLean is the world's funniest, most sincere man. Yes, he is. Like me Stuart enjoys folk music, so I truly enjoy learning about new artists I might otherwise not hear about. And while Dave and Morley are fictional, they are also very real in every sense of the term. Don't believe me, try leaving a cell phone in their record store.

Sadly, there is no podcasting for the Vinyl Cafe, which breaks my heart, though I make a point to listen to it every Sunday at 4pm while I'm closing the bookstore. If you haven't experienced it for yourself - make a point to. Both www.NPR.org and www.CBC.ca have broadcast times listed, so you can find out when its playing in your neck of the woods.

Now, what secret little pleasure could I get you to share?