My first Mac laptop was a 12″ PowerBook G4 that I bought in 2003. Prior to that, I’d been on the Dark Side for a while, owning PCs for a few years after having my very first Mac, an LC40, at university. My 12″ PowerBook was absolutely perfect, if a little hot on the lap, at just the right size to make it very portable yet with specs that made it powerful enough to do everything I needed. I sold that lovely little beast when I bought a black MacBook and regretted it despite the upgrade in processing power. I’ve come across a mint last-generation 12″ PowerBook for sale in a forum I frequent and I’m .35 millimeters away from making an offer on it.
Why? I have no idea. I have a MacBook Air which does quite fine as my main computer. I don’t need another Mac. If anything, I should be saving up for the rumored tablet that may or may not make an appearance early next year. I have such fond memories of that 12″ PowerBook, though. Maybe it was more Tiger than anything, but I don’t seem to remember as many glitches with it – it went to sleep on its own reliably, didn’t get bogged down by invisible processes, and was small enough to carry around in a bag that looked like a purse. I still miss the damn thing and it makes no sense.
Gah! What is wrong with me? Am I moving into the Collector stage in my Mac obsession? If I started at the Mac N00b stage and moved through the Mac Snob stage (the Fangirl/Fanboy status is not a stage – it is a permanent state of mind once one enters the Mac Snob stage, by the way), I must indeed be into the Collector stage where I will begin to obtain older Macs and reminisce about them fondly. I still have the urge to buy new Macs, so I must not have lost my Excited Mac Nut status (combined with the standard card-holding Geek rank I have held for many years now) yet either. Well, let’s just hope that I don’t go overboard in this stage. If I start talking about getting a Mac Mini and changing it into a Cube, someone plan an intervention, please.
