Anyone owning Apple stock should be pleased. I have boosted their annual turnover by a significant margin. I bought five (5) photo books, with several additional pages. That adds up.
The thing is, I have so many photos, and they seem to disappear into the hard drive. Best of all, these books make excellent Christmas presents. I will be a hero, because I produced something surprising and useful. They are far better and more long-lasting than some branded product, which will go out of fashion or break. Books are enduring, whereas computer hard drives have been known to fail.
Years from now, someone might look at the book and think of me. I created not only a fine Christmas present but also a monument...
I doubt that I am the only one to have noticed the irony in Apple naming its customer service area “Genius Bar”. This is a place where confused, not-too-bright, untrained, helpless, etc. people gather to ask stupid questions about machines. Whenever in the vicinity, I marvel at the patience of those wearing colored tee shirts and their ability to keep a straight face.
Today, I enjoyed the best apple sauce ever...or, at least, the best in memory. This was made from apples grown on our tress. I like to mixed different varieties, when making apple sauce, because that enhances the flavor.
The time has come to harvest the rest, from which I will make apple pies and more apple sauce for freezing. The only way to have something like my mother used to make is to make it myself.
The word for joke/witticism/gag in German is Witz, which makes this guy’s name rather apt.
Which provide no medical benefit, unless the photo incites a little pleasant rechereche du temps perdu...
_ Most people have heard about Apple Mac. Well, there is a new fruit. It’s called Lemon Mac.
That is how I have labeled my new iMac. My experience with it has altered my opinion about Apple. I had several years of happy and trouble-free use of my iBook. I wanted a large desktop model and was fortunate to receive one for my birthday. It has caused trouble since the first day. It would not be so bad if something less-important that the internet bit failed.
I had no option other than to lug a heavy box to the Apple store in Frankfurt. I was fortunate enough to have one nearby, but parking is never close to any Apple shop I have seen. An iMac is bloody heavy and the carrying handle is not the best. I should be pleased that the replace the faulty part, but received no compensation for my aggravation or physical effort.
Yesterday, the Wifi went on strike again. Once again, I am faced with the trek to Frankfurt. I know that it is the iMac, because my other two Macs work. Naturally, it is the heaviest one that must be returned for repair.
I have the feeling, based upon my experience with one item, that Apple was better before it became so popular. Perhaps, that’s sour grapes, but I’m the one that suffered. Because it was a gift, it’s tough to complain, but...
The iMac looks very nice on my desk, but is almost worthless. It is a classic case of form over function.
Fortunately, I also have a PC (which I am using at the moment). I like Word better than OfficeMac Word or Pages. I have tried them all and returned to the PC version. It is far more dependable and works better with publishing. It is not fruity at all, rather good old meat and potato dependable.
Number One Son just announced what he wants for his birthday. He also demanded that he receive his present several weeks early.
Presents have always been something significant for him. (We even had to give him a small present on his sister's birthday, after we noticed his depression on that day).
He wants the new iPad, which will soon be released. He can't wait for his birthday and cannot survive with his current iPad. The cost of the bloody thing is irrelevant, because it's his birthday.
Of course, I was foolish enough to ask why?
"Because it's Apple and it's new," he replied, as if roles had been reversed, and he was the adult speaking with a dim-witted child.
How do you counter such logic? I am not smart enough.
I turned to my wife, who usually handles such delicate psychological matters with ease. I learned that the two of them had already discussed this. The conclusion: he gets the new iPad and...His old one becomes my birthday present.
Where did I go wrong? Hand-me-downs have become hand-me-ups!