My hatred for all things Apple began at a young age. I must’ve been around 11 or 12 when my grandparents first let me try out their Power Macintosh desktop. Already comfortable with PCs from playing games on my computer at home, the Macintosh drove me utterly mad.
First question I remember having, what’s with this one-click so-called mouse and how can I do anything other than straightforward opening of applications with it? After being accustomed to the PC, the single click option felt like losing a limb.
What about all the games I loved? Out of the question. There was virtually no mainstream game worth playing on Macs at the time. Unless you wanted to play Myst and wander around a fantasy world with no discernible objective or identity. [Read more…]