Hi, I'm a Mac.

As of right this very second, I am a proud sort-of owner of a brand new 13-inch Macbook Pro. Sort-of meaning the computer does not belong to me; it belongs to the company from which ThoughtWorks leases our machines. But for all intents and purposes, it is now mine to use, to travel with, and to adoringly cradle and whisper sweet nothings to at night. I may or may not have already affectionately referred to it as "my baby".

The company laptop I was using before was a Dell Latitude E3400. And I swear to God: it was possessed by the devil. Over time, the fiery demon embedded in that machine only grew more ferocious and unwieldy - by the time I lugged the beast over to our IT department yesterday, my computer was afflicted with not one, not two, but THREE symptoms, all of which I am sure are trademarks of the devil:

1. The speakers were completely bust. Turning on any sort of sound would result in agonizing, scratchy thumps that resonated in my soul day in and day out.

2. My screen would physically react to certain web sites - specifically, Flash-based ones with dark-colored backgrounds. White columns would appear and begin to flicker - the more intense the site, the more the columns and the more their flickering would plague me. Not only did this give me a migraine, it seriously confused my colleagues who'd happen to walk by and see me typing away on a epileptic screen.

3. Sometimes, in the middle of typing anything - an e-mail, a blog post, an Excel document - the index would jump about twelve letters previous to where it was supposed to be, essentially splicing my sentences and words at arbitrary times. This was incredibly frustrating, as if I was not careful when typing for long periods of time I could easily miss a "splice" and wind up with words like "derPerhaps" or "whatfromever".

The IT guys made a few attempts at exorcising my Latitude of its inner demon, all to no avail, so when I half-jokingly asked "any Macbook Pros left?" and was promptly handed over this glorious aluminum beauty, it was all I could do to keep from jumping up and down and doing an ill-executed somersault right there on the spot. Well actually I was at ThoughtWorks so I probably could've done it and nobody would have cared.

I will probably spend most of today setting up and tinkering around with my shiny new toy. I love almost everything about my ba - er, new computer, except for the fact that there is no forward delete key. Or maybe I am too dumb to find it. But it's okay - I am too delighted to care.