I have been using Apple Macs in some form for almost ten years and up until now have had no problems with them.
In school we had a room full of iMacs, the ones that looked like Linda Barker designed them and were heavily endorsed by Sir Stephen Fry. I enjoyed them more than Gary Glitter enjoys little children, although I hasten to add not in the same way. I enjoyed the iMacs so much in fact that I saved up my pocket money and bought an eMac from PC World (something I have since discovered I should not have been able to do seeing as they were not for sale to the general public at the time).
That eMac saw me through thick and thin and received a hell of a bashing be it with video editing, musical downloads, dwarf porn or photoshopping. The whole of the seven years I used it, it never did anything to upset me. Sure it got a little sluggish after five years but that wasn't something a little RAM couldn't fix. When it came to time to upgrade to something a little more modern I was quite sad to say goodbye to my little eMac, so saddened that I wound up storing it with the aim of one day water proofing it and turning it into a little fish tank or simply using it as a weapon to one day drop down on Bono from a great height.
Anyway on January 3rd 2009 I spent £959 on a new iMac with all the mod-cons I could afford. It was amazing, fast, sleek, sexy and powerful, a joy to use. I would come rushing home on a daily basis just so I could sit down and browse the best porn the internet had to offer on what I considered to be the best machine ever made, something which even for the cost, was all told, a bargain.
On June 3rd 2010, aged exactly 18 months, the iMac died.
What a piece of shit, I mean Jesus Christ does longevity and customer satisfaction mean nothing to those sorry bunch of Scrooge McDuckish malcontents at Apple Inc. When you spend almost a grand on a new computer you expect more than a year and a half out of it before it endeavors to diarrhea, shit all over itself and die while letting out a considerable sigh of unbelievable flatulence. And if it were to do that, the least you would expect from Apple would be a 'sorry for selling you a broken product, let us fix it or send you a new one' not, 'oh well Mr. Simmonds seeing as you didn't buy the extended warranty we cant help you, now sod off'.
A new iMac of similar spec would cost me almost £1500 pounds today. And I would buy one if I thought it was worth it. For that price it would probably live to see the dizzying heights of two fabulous fucking years. This makes me think actually, where do Apple get their pricing from? £1500 for a Mac, £250 for an iPod, £429 for an iPad (and what really is the point in one of those anyway?) their pricing is ri-god-damn-uber-fucking-stupid-diculous. Its not like apple products are delivered to you personally by Patrick Stewart, just a regular old sweaty fat guy squeezed into a brown trout UPS uniform.
Going back to iPods quickly, what the fuck happened with those Apple. I've worked my way through six of the bloody things all of which died just after a year for no good reason. And because your machines are so fucking arsey about what they will and will not work with I have been forced to keep re-buying your hellish mobile music contraptions because nothing else on the market has the song capacity. Talk about monopolization you greedy bastard fucktards.
I feel utterly and completely betrayed by apple, so much so that I am seriously considering purchasing a standard PC next time. And if you go back and read my post on Microsoft you might just understand how big a statement that really is.
Apple are kind of like the film 'The Wizard Of Oz', but back to front. It all began with the colorful world of iMacs, coming in all the colors of the rainbow, where I was happy, but I wished to be whisked away to a magical land where the iMacs came in black and grey and were much more powerful and could do many tricks. The only problem is now I'm in that world I want to click my heels together and once again find myself over the rainbow with the cheerful, happy iMacs of yesteryear. Sadly though I am stuck here, and can't go back. But beware Apple, I have the brains, heart and courage to bring you down and I swear to the flying monkeys that one day I will.
Mark my words...I will
Written on the eMac 2002-present, currently aged eight.