Wheelistically @ Claire.NU

For the past few days I have been accli­mat­ising to my iMac.

It was a Christmas-cum-Birthday present from the ever-fantabulous K. Did I ever men­tion how much K rocks at this present malar­key? No? Well, K gives the most stonk­ing of presents, with knobs on. Amen.

I’ve never owned a Mac before. Before last week­end, I’d never even used a Mac before. EVER. I’d been ser­i­ously con­tem­plat­ing get­ting one for ages and I took the idea all the more ser­i­ously when my Dell PC star­ted doing the Hokey-Cokey on me again back in September.

Given that I had no desire to upgrade to Vista (and still don’t), I was duly seduced by the sleek, clean lines and shiny shinyness of the iMac. The more I watched that beau­ti­ful piece of design twirl­ing gaily to the catchy “doo-doo-dooo” ditty on the advert the more I was will­ing to sac­ri­fice my right arm, never mind my right-click.

It has stripes as opposed to spots as K bought it a little while ago and had kept it hid­den away (just in case my PC shit-out mid­way through my writ­ing course), but it’s not a big deal as: 1) It’s not like I know what I’m miss­ing given that I have zero Mac exper­i­ence. 2) Upgrad­ing isn’t obscenely expens­ive and appears on first-look, to be rel­at­ively idiot-proof.

There’s been a few moments of blind panic as I lost and (thank­fully) rap­idly regained the abil­ity to copy-and-paste and it’s tak­ing me a while to train the reflexes in my middle fin­ger that right-clicking is now like try­ing to make lem­on­ade with marbles (a fruit­less task).

Aside from things being a bit out of bonk whilst I gradu­ally dis­cover altern­at­ive pro­grams and shift all my crap over from my external hard­drive, it’s actu­ally not as trau­matic of a trans­ition as I thought it might be. In fact, I’m one happy bunny.