Mac(h) Five.

Here is a photographic journey of the arrival of Mac(h) 5. Super fast, super pretty, super sleek, a little wider, with luscious purple lighting under the keyboard, an in-built camera, and the faint smell of aftershave on the keyboard where James's hands and wrists must have once sat.

Indeed I bought the Fifth Mac from a man named James Bates. Bates Motel. Heehee.

The last mac was called Nick after its previous owner, so I'm not sure what to call this puppy. James doesn't rhyme with the abbreviation of my name.

There is the obvious title which it already has: 17inch mac Daddy Pro. But it's nickname needs to be shorter. I suppose it will be james, or we could stick with the kk naming process and call it Jakk. Jamekk. It's a bit of a mouthful though.

Ramble Ramble.

here's the pictures and the excitement. There's no pictures of my excited face purely because what I was wearing at the time wouldn't have done much for my reputation after the pictures had been released on the internet. Pah Ha.



oooo what could this mighty package be? (I actually picked it up from the post office and when I was walking back to the car there was a skip in my step and i kept shouting Mac book pro in an over excited voice... I think I have Apple Tourettes.)



Cut Cut. Or Tank Girl style: Snip Snip. Mr Bates packaged this wee guy well.



Bubble Wrap. I had a choice: Play with the bubble wrap or keep unwrapping the mac.



Hail Hail Apple and their slick packaging.





So white, so apple, so pleased, so excited.







And a new black and lime green case.. with cat hair.



A few days later I was seen being an iGeek while transferring files.





I am completely pleased.

PS. The mac on the right is now for sale. 17inch mac daddy G4 Powebook, 100gb HD, 1GB RAM. runs like a king. Amazing.

Oh and here it is... the generic 'I've-Just-Bought-A-Mac-with-photo-booth-And-I'm-so-Andy-Warhole' photograph.