it's like i don't even recognize you.

This year, I had two unfortunate beer-in-bag incidents, one while trying to sneak a grolsch into a public fourth-of-july fireworks event, and one while toting around a mis-capped bottle of rootbeer from a staff meeting. One resulting in the death of my blackberry, the other in the demise of my trusty little fujitsu lifebook laptop.

And this is how, in the year I moved 3,000 miles, changed jobs, got married, and got knocked up, I also became... a Mac person.

The jury is still out on whether the conversion was a good thing or not. It is all, however, evidence that I like my change in large lumps.