<p>I"ve finally done it.  I joined a cult. </p>

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<p>On Day 113, I bowed down to the Altar of Mac. </p>

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<p>After sampling their <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">magic kool-aid</span> MacBook Pro, I forked over hundreds of dollars more than I would on a PC to join their ranks. </p>

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<p>I love that my new cult is Super Geeky and Uber-Cool at the same time.  I dig dichotomy. </p>

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<p>I'm not normally brainwashable.  In fact, just you wait!  Kim C. is about to pop up with a fiery "told you so" in the comment section below.  (You know how obnoxious my fellow cult members can be about their precious Macs.)  We've bantered for years about Mac vs. PC!  YEARS! </p>

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<p>Kim C., take a chill pill and welcome me to your cult.  You won. </p>

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<p>PC, expletive, expletive, expletive. </p>

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<p>I've grown weary of throwing the f-bomb at you every night while you slow down my blogging with your ridic anti-virus software updates and who-knows-what else.  Cursing incessantly at you on a nightly basis is unhealthy and unladylike.  I am better than that. </p>

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<p>For months, I have entertained late night fantasies of a computer</p>