Alrighty then. Please tell me a brand new top of the line, decked out MacBook Pro will soon be on its way to me, courtesy of one Steve Ballmer who is mindful of the strategic importance of tossing the Apple crowd a bone from time to time. There is no salvation for me. It is too late now. I cannot be assimilated, converted or otherwise moved to change my mind about what a real computer is, not even in the face of the man who holds reality in his very hands thanks to more than a few bucks in the bank or so he tells me.
Help me out here Steve. You don't mind if I call you Steve do you? After all, you probably blow more money on jockstraps annually than this would cost you and think of how good you'd feel about it. Think of how good I'd feel about it and how good that would make you feel about it and so on. It's just pure win, you know? You love winning Steve. Be a winner. PM me for my shipping address because winning isn't everything, it's the only thing! You've always been a winner Steve! Don't change now!