I LOVE living in the future!
Jun. 11th, 2007 07:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gerisullivanSo, a few hours ago, I opened the box with my new MacBook Pro inside. Plugged it in, powered it up, followed the first step...maybe even the first two. Then I clicked on a button saying I wanted help transferring my files from another Mac. Followed those couple of steps -- connected Firewire cable, restarted old Mac holding down "T" key, said the equivalent of "have at it," then turned my attention to my desktop Mac to type in recipes for the cookbook I'm trying to get done for my niece and her fiance. It will personalize the KitchenAid mixer I shipped to them several weeks back as a wedding present.
Finished typing the last of the recipes a short time later. The transfer was still underway, so I washed some dishes, emptied the cooler I used to transport deviled eggs and related kitchen kipple in this past weekend, then came back to my desk to watch the last few minutes of 60 gigs of transfer.
Disconnected Firewire cable, turned off old laptop, and started poking around the new one. There are a few anomolies -- some fonts came cleanly into the Suitcase database, others look a tad confused. One program needs to be reinstalled. One of my printer locations disappeared; two new ones turned up. That sort of thing.
In a perverse way, I'm glad there are a few glitches. It only seems right that way. Right as in "real."
Because everything else...well, it's seamless. The new computer is talking not only to itself, but to the world. I didn't have to install everything program by program. I didn't have to remember what I'd upgraded, or go visit a kazillion websites to download software updates. It looks like I'm up and running.
Yowser.
I'll no doubt find other oddities in the days and weeks ahead. And, yes, on my upcoming driving trip, I'm taking along the old'n'dying laptop as a weak backup if I get really stuck with something that didn't survive the transfer process. But those appear to be the exception rather than the rule.
I love living in the future. I also love replacing a computer before the previous one resembles something other than a rock.
For the curious, I have the baseline model. Would have bought the "ultimate" with its faster hard drive and improved pixel count, but none of the three Apple stores I called had 'em in stock and dealing with mail order this week was too problematic. This one is plenty good enough. The Apple employees in Stamford, CT, mentioned that they don't sell many of the 17" models, and asked why I was choosing it when I came in late on a Sunday afternoon knowing what I wanted. Why? Because I'm not going back, not after 3 years of seeing just how much the comfort the extra screen real estate adds to everything I do on it. Especially layout.
Finished typing the last of the recipes a short time later. The transfer was still underway, so I washed some dishes, emptied the cooler I used to transport deviled eggs and related kitchen kipple in this past weekend, then came back to my desk to watch the last few minutes of 60 gigs of transfer.
Disconnected Firewire cable, turned off old laptop, and started poking around the new one. There are a few anomolies -- some fonts came cleanly into the Suitcase database, others look a tad confused. One program needs to be reinstalled. One of my printer locations disappeared; two new ones turned up. That sort of thing.
In a perverse way, I'm glad there are a few glitches. It only seems right that way. Right as in "real."
Because everything else...well, it's seamless. The new computer is talking not only to itself, but to the world. I didn't have to install everything program by program. I didn't have to remember what I'd upgraded, or go visit a kazillion websites to download software updates. It looks like I'm up and running.
Yowser.
I'll no doubt find other oddities in the days and weeks ahead. And, yes, on my upcoming driving trip, I'm taking along the old'n'dying laptop as a weak backup if I get really stuck with something that didn't survive the transfer process. But those appear to be the exception rather than the rule.
I love living in the future. I also love replacing a computer before the previous one resembles something other than a rock.
For the curious, I have the baseline model. Would have bought the "ultimate" with its faster hard drive and improved pixel count, but none of the three Apple stores I called had 'em in stock and dealing with mail order this week was too problematic. This one is plenty good enough. The Apple employees in Stamford, CT, mentioned that they don't sell many of the 17" models, and asked why I was choosing it when I came in late on a Sunday afternoon knowing what I wanted. Why? Because I'm not going back, not after 3 years of seeing just how much the comfort the extra screen real estate adds to everything I do on it. Especially layout.
