Mr, Rochester and I have recently held many conversations about Macs. Many of them are spurred by the recent Apple commercials and some of them are due to the fact that many of my friends have Macs.
You see, dear readers, I live in a PC household. I have nothing against Macs and see their uses, but as a gamer, I like PCs. Mr. R, on the other hand, holds a hatred for Macs that I believe could only be eclipsed by his hatred towards the Dave Mathews Band. It is a virulent sort of hatred.
Aaron McKenna, at Gear Digest, has an interesting take on the PC v Mac phenomenon, but it is the link inside the article that amused me. He links to a Guardian Unlimited article whose author, Charlie Brooker, hates Macs with a passion that rivals Mr. Rochester’s. The entire article is worth the read, but when Brooker mentioned the game that has annoyed me most in my life, I knew he was a kindred soul.
Myst, the most pompous and boring videogame of all time, a plodding, dismal “adventure” in which you wandered around solving tedious puzzles in a rubbish magic kingdom apparently modelled on pretentious album covers, originated on the Mac in 1993. That same year, the first shoot-’em-up game, Doom, was released on the PC. This tells you all you will ever need to know about the Mac’s relationship with “fun”.
–Jane, amused by it all