Apple of My Eye

I'm in love! With Mac. Yes, a sparkling silver 2015 MacBook Pro is now mine. All 19 inches!

Why, it's so sexy! It even spoke to me in a baritone at the outset. The prompt sounded just like the recorded male voice that makes announcements on the subway. But maybe it's just the way voice-over guys are taught to enunciate.

We're carrying on a mad affair now since I ditched my ex. My ex and I had been together since 2008. The strong silent type. But, sadly, it developed Alzheimer's and little by little lost all its faculties.

I bought that first computer at TekServ back in '08. They gave very personalized service. They are located in Chelsea. I love the Apple glass house in NYC's Meatpacking District but the also-chic shop on Prince Street is located very near to my R train direct to my street in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. So that's where I bought baby and brought it home.

I'd been dragging my feet on buying this necessary item as I have this blog (started in 2009) to keep up. But now Mac is here with me and life is sheer bliss again.

When I bought my new Mac yesterday, I had just tested for a little temp work in midtown. I cabbed it to Prince, thinking that would save time but midtown traffic was gridlocked until we passed 34th Street. Therefore, I thought it was wise to take the subway home at 4 pm. Wrong. A rail problem delayed me so badly that a normally 45-minute to one-hour trip turned into a 2 and one-half-hour subway saga.

Nonetheless, Mac and I made it safe and home alone together. Since 2008, Apple has certainly made loading a lot easier; less muss and fuss. I was up and running in no time.

Customer service at Apple SoHo was top-notch. Thanks to my young, good-looking sales rep! Who knew buying a computer could be such an all-around sexy experience?

Lay On, MacDrama

Gentle readers, it is nothing less than a miracle that Dj Buddy B has been able to blog at all during the past weeks. You see, in a rare moment of gauche, gawkish gracelessness, my usually dexterous self managed to drop a drink right atop my MacBook Pro's keyboard, frying the shit out of it.

So I headed right on over to TekServe, Apple dealers on West 23rd St. It's a much ginchier place than the glass-and-steel Apple stores, and I prefer to shop and do business there. Turned out that damages due to getting the computer wet is not covered by the warranty. I'm sure there are no shortage of wet keyboards out there, but this was strictly that way due to a beverage malfunction.

The cost through TekServe was $559. If they sent it to Apple, the cost would be just under $800. I stuck with TekServe. Estimated service was one week. Actual service was ten days.

But now my laptop's back in my arms again, I'm so satisfied. No more sticky keyboards for this boy! I'm now keeping all drinks away from the muthafucka!

Back in business, I'm grateful for my friend loaning me his Mac, and to the computer at the office, both of which allowed me to get past the dysfunction junction. They helped me to keep current with my blog (and Twitter, Facebook, e-mail, etc.). There's just one hitch: I've been told the computer now suffers from a malfunctioning sensor. So far, I've detected a very slight tardiness from pre-spill days but I don't mind it for now. Replacing the sensor? An added $800; at that cost, I'll just buy a new laptop.

But for now, baby's back! The dog days are petering out and the Social Season is about to breeze in, and I'll be blogging about new music, new performances, cds, film, theater and exclusive interviews, so stay posted!

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Sweet dreams tonight, I tell you!