<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><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #800080;"><strong>I love that my new cult is both Super Geeky and Uber-Cool at the same time.  I dig dichotomy.</strong></span></span></p>

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<p>I'm not normally brainwashable.   I unethusiastically defended PCs for years.  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., pop a chill pill and welcome me to your cult.  You won.  **Hugs**</p>

<p><br class="spacer_" /><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong><span style="color: #800080;">Dell et al, WTF?! </span></strong></span></p>

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<p>I give up. </p>

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

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<p>I've decided that I must now insist on stability, reliability and performance from my computers. </p>

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<p><strong><a href="http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-you-can-drive-my-car-but-only-if.html" target="_blank">(And my cars.) </a></strong></p>

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<p><a href="http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-you-can-drive-my-car-but-only-if.html" target="_blank"><strong>(And my men.) </strong></a><strong> </strong></p>

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<p>PC, I bid you adieu. </p>

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<p>My best friends/fellow cult members assure me that my new Mac will to rock my world. </p>

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<p>It will wow me with its design and its speed. </p>

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<p>It will comfort me with its reliability. </p>

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<p>It will keep me safe from nasty bugs. </p>

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<p>It's will coddle me through the transition from PC world to Mac World with its intuitive functionality. </p>

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<p>My Apple store Geniuses will meet with me one-on-one for a year. <span style="font-size: medium;"><strong><span style="color: #800080;"> I can bug my Apple store gas much as I want, and they will always be chipper, smart, and geeky-cool because they partake of the magic kool-aid on a daily basis.   </span></strong></span></p>

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<p>Someone will soon teach me how to tap into the grooviness of the guitar icon at the bottom of the screen that I drool over every time I gaze upon it. </p>

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<p>Mac, I think I'm in love. </p>

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<p>Please pass the kool-aid. </p>