The One Thing You Don’t Touch

Helped Becca paint her room today. Good afternoon actually—we just need to spend more time together, that’s probably the fix. The night before we’d tried a Halloween DVD evening, which went sideways almost immediately, mostly because of Basti. He had something to say about my TV, my furniture, the chips I’d bought, my internet connection, my web editor, and the films I’d rented. Fine, whatever—Wrong Turn was boring, I’ll give him that. But then he turned on my Mac.

That’s a death wish.

I hate Windows. Linux isn’t for me. Mac is my operating system—more intuitive, more reliable, faster, and yes, all the major software exists for it. I’m not trying to convert anyone. People who want to stay on Windows are genuinely welcome to it. But don’t sit in my house and insult the machine. There are limits.

Later I topped up my phone and had to punch in the activation number, and it hit me: I haven’t had to enter a Windows-style software activation code in years. Another point on the board. Good night.