Story of an iBook

I’ve always wanted an Apple laptop, since days of yore. Their stylish presence and attention to minute detail commanded my attention. It was lust at first sight, in the department store window. Me in my worn jeans, she in her warm metalic chassis and expensive pricetag.

At long last, I’ve gotten an iBook of my own. Her name is Nemu. Being one of the elder sisters, she doesn’t have all the bells and whistles of her juniors. I have set out to rectify this.

Wireless 802.11 networking

While having room for an Airport card, she left the creator without being blessed. Update: I’ve ordered an airport card from macwireless.com.

Ram

Two slots available, one is stuffed with a 128mb stick of ram. I must add more ram to this machine, filling her to 640mb.

Safari is the rawk, and this battery seems to be holding up pretty well under extended use.