As you already know, sitting at the work computer can make me wish I was dead, an then take its time granting me this sweet release. But all of that changed yesterday, when we finally got a brand new Mac computer. I can't describe the feeling of opening a 10mb file and actually see it on your screen before it's time to go home. action, reaction. Just like god intended. It is such a religious experience that I find myself doubting my hate for apple. Can it be? do I like working on macs? Do I, dare I say it, LOVE working on macs? A tragic love story indeed.
It's not the first time I've been fighting these feeling. I had a vague memory of a strip I've done over two years ago, so I dived into the archive and found this. Hope you enjoy it