was the name of a Sunday-morning radio show that I frequently enjoyed whien I lived in upstate New York.
It’s also how I spent my Saturday morning, after (finally) recovering many gigabytes of music from the dead laptop.
So far, as far as my own personal usage patterns go, the new Mac gets a solid “A” in every category except one.
And that’s a pretty nitpicky one at that. But. I’ve found typing special characters (accents, umlauts, tildes, etc.) to be extremely cumbersome. I reckon I’m doing something wrong. But all I know is that after banging out a WWII novel or two, I should be able to type umlauts like some kind of umlaut-typing demon. And I could on the old machine. But, so far anyway, not on the new one.
But it’s a small price to pay for enjoying major improvements in every other way.