The iMac is ten
Ah, I remember it like it was yesterday. The iMac is ten. It was my first MacWorld Expo. My first time seeing Steve Jobs in person. I think I may have cried. It was like going to see a rock concert. Actually you know what it was like? It was like when Primal Scream put XTRMNTR! out and this thing you loved, but had strayed a bit, this thing you always loved, came back and did it all once again, and you know everything that everything was going to be okay.
I remember that grid. I remember how excited I was watching that last square be filled in.
I remember trying to hook up my new iMac to my Agfa Accuset Imagesetter with hardware RIP. Oh, um. Never mind.
Happy birthday, iMac.
