Our PowerMac died again just before Christmas. Erin had just been issued a Mac laptop by her work, so we’ve been able to move most functions to it (though at a huge performance hit: dual G5 desktop vs G4 laptop = no competition). We’ve finally taken the dead soldier in for a repair estimate; if it’s just the power supply, we will fix it. But if the liquid-cooled disasta-chips have burned themselves up again, no fix for you, computer.
Unfortunately, it’s a funky time to buy a new Apple desktop: the Mac Pro hasn’t been updated in a while, the Mac Mini is sporting an August 2007 vintage, and some folks say the iMac is gonna get a refresh soon. And I have no interest in purchasing a Psystar. (I disagree with Apple’s refusal to license the MacOS, but I will respect it.)
Do we even need a desktop? I dunno. Erin still does a fair amount of video editing, and in fact is doing more of that lately these days. Maybe I’m just tired of the beach ball and willing to pay to see it disappear.