Tripe
There's a reason I like Macintosh computers, and that reason can be
summed up by the following example:
At the place of my employment, the Melissa troubles resulted in a
mandate from on high that we were to put Norton Anti-Virus on all the
computers. Most of us installed it ourselves. Of course, this was
Windows 95... One poor fellow had the Norton installer effectively
completely munge his entire disk, forcing him to re-format and re-install
the system, and obliterating all his work.
This just doesn't happen on a Macintosh. Oh, sure, it's possible
to do zany things to a poor Mac, but it's almost unheard of for you to
completely toast your system while following a standard procedure.
And let's not even start with *nix.
Or the fact that Windows programs scatter DLLs and mystery files hither
and yon, making it excessively difficult to get rid of one if the
un-installer program doesn't work, which is generally the case. On
a Mac, you just drag the program directory into the trash, and maybe
root around in the System Folder a bit to get rid of various
preferences stuff. Et, voila.
And now, your weekend I-don't-feel-like-writing-much tripe.
The Coach suddenly realized his decision to mix grammar and intra-mural soccer had perhaps not been the best idea he'd ever had...
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