I am pretty stoked right now. I just learned that my freshy-ordered Mac Mini is about to ship.
So TF what, right?
Well, I’ve been staggering along here with an iBook, a 600 MHz machine with 640 MB RAM,* for longer than I care to admit. Well, actually, I bought it new, and you can do the math and figure it out for yourself. (If you groaned at half a fucking decade, congratulations on your prizewinning entry.)
My Mini-Mac-Me? 2 GHz, dual core, 2 GB RAM, and the damn thing is about the size of a DVD case for width and depth, three times that or so in height, and here’s the shit.
It has the same muscle as the machine I use at work, with three, and only three, exceptions.
- It maxes out at 2 GB RAM.
- Its video RAM uses system memory too.
- It has zero internal expansion possibilities.
Oh, but it comes with wireless and bluetooth, and did I mention its innards are fundamentally the same as what I use at work now in a 2.1 kilobuck box?
If I’m very, very lucky it will arrive before my birthday, 11-24. If not, well, what the fuck.
Because, you know, I also have Doctor Who Season Three on DVD now, which box case is about the same thickness as my soon-to-be mini, and no matter what, the second half of November is going to be par-tay-tyme.
Oh, and I also did a little video thing for the hospital for our year-end celebration. Nothing worth mentioning since by now it’s about in Jovian orbit: I knocked it waaaaaaay the fuck out of the park. If I remember to I’ll post it.
No fear. I’m not manic. I plan to bring myself down heavily this weekend by seeing Beowulf. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to the all-night tacqueria to do something I’ll regret tomorrow.
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* Really. Jesus.
