Wouldn’t you love to win an iMac?
So would I, and since I’m the kind of guy who thinks anything’s possible, I’m taking a chance on DevDad’s contest to win a fantastic package:
…brand new, unopened 20? Apple iMac. As for the nitty gritty on this computer, it has a 2.0 GHz Intel Core 2 Duo processor, 1 GB of memory, a 250 GB hard drive, an 8x SuperDrive (which is Apple-speak for DVD burner), and a (pretty sexy) 20? glossy display. It comes with a mouse and keyboard, and is really an awesome set-up. It retails for $1199, for those of you who are wondering.
I’m drooling. I recently bought a new computer and Apple figured briefly in the selection process before being nudged out by an extremely affordable Dell that fit better into my budget.. The choice was quantity over quality, unfortunately.
But man, I’d sure like an iMac.
I’m writing about the DevDad blog because I want an iMac, sure, but I realized I’d write about him anyways even without the incentive of Apples.
Mike looks like he could be Clark
Things should work out. Mike’s brimming with confidence, his tone is direct and clear, and he writes well (bonus!). He’s also interesting as hell (at least to me) and displays his humanism and personality easily in his posts. Mike’s photo features highly, but that’s cool – it’s his damned blog and he isn’t afraid to show it.
What’s scary is that I’m old enough (barely) to be the guy’s father.
He asked for a link to SitterCity to enter in the contest, so there, I just did. I can’t say that the site’s anything I’d be interested in or would recommend as a Dad, but the concept is neat. Useless to me up here in the forgotten country of the cold North, though. We exist too, people.
Mike also mentioned BlogHelper.org, his second blog. Seems to show promise, so I will.
As I wrap this up, I realized something else. There are a ton of blogs for stay-at-home moms and female entrepreneurs starting business… the same can’t be said for men. Funny how males lack that support system, how it’s assumed we have all the answers and are expected to do well.
Well, we don’t. We try, we stumble, we hit our noses on brick walls, we get discouraged, we worry and wonder if we can really make it happen. And we do it alone.
Damn. You go, Mike. I’m behind you.
