My mother is the kind of person who haggles at yard sales. (Quote: “If they don’t mark a price, I don’t mind talking them down.”) 
My father is a hardcore computer guy. (Quote: “Just a 5 minute VIM demo and then I wont bug you any more about using it.”) So I guess it was destined to happen. I’m a web designer without a Mac. A modern day Pinocchio of sorts.
See, it’s not really that I have poor taste in laptops. When I bought the thing, I was teaching junior high at a small private school. Private school teachers and money don’t really spend that much time together, so I did the best I could with what I had. 
And it’s lasted pretty well; I only had to rebuild it once.
But after being laughed to scorn at the Six Apart Business Blogging Seminar for my eMachines laptop (can I help it that the Apple sticker is see-through?), I decided it was time to take action. So here’s my tin-can jingling in the street. Spare a bloke a dollar for a real MacBook?
You can help the cause by visiting my camaign page over at DropCash.
