If I were pressed, I would likely have to admit that I have no real future as a detective. The other knives in the drawers that I know are generally quicker on the draw than I am, and I could be one of the least observant individuals you will ever come across. Chalk (chock?) it up to a mind that is always on the go, I suppose…

At any rate, even with that admission, I would be hard-pressed NOT to recognize the signs that the computer gods are trying to send me.

After months of speculation, a store that was supposed to open in the largest mall in the city (almost the province, if it weren’t for that show-offey West Edmonton mall) ended up opening in the suburban mall closest to where we live. The mall I visit each and every day. What is that store you may well ask?

Something called The Apple Store!!!

That’s right, boys and girls – a store stocked from floor to ceiling with nothing but Macs and Apple products!! I am all a-tingly!! Just before the weekend opening I peered through the open windows, salivating into the drip tray installed for dreamers just like myself. I’d have been here for the grand opening Saturday, if we hadn’t been out all day on the road, trying to miss a train ride in rural Alberta.

I’m a little bit over halfway to my Mac goal, and every day draws me ever closer to the nirvana offered by Steve Jobs. I can barely tap my Microsoft keyboard, I am still so overly-tingly from the sights and sheer Mac superiority, I am humming. Mrs. That Dan Guy keeps telling me to keep it down, but this unbelievable dream is so close to coming true, I can almost pick up FM radio broadcasts in my fillings. The hills are alive, with the sound of Apple…

For now, I must coexist with the Turdmaster and its wealth of Windows craperoo. But soon…oh yes…soon my daily computing life will sing and dance like a chorus line of angels!!

Chow for now!