I happened this afternoon. I never thought it would. The PC people are tempting me.

It all began earlier this year, when I went back to my first love and bought a MacBook. It’s sleek and beautiful and looking just as important as all the ones on 24 that alternatively help to save or destroy the world.

Now you should know that among those within the sound of my typing, it is known that I type with feeling. You hear those keys. There’s no mistaking when K-Lo’s working. I hit those keys just a tad too hard. (Well, in the good ol’ days…I’ve been typing with a lighter hand lately.)

But one night it went too far. I was multitasking. Maybe with the help of bourbon. While emphasizing a point (talking), I used my white knight as a prop and hit it a bit too hard this time. A thousands-dollar prop.

It went berserk. It wasn’t resilient. It didn’t weather the storm well at all. Word stopped working. Everything took ten times as long. I deserved it. But still, I was a little disappointed in Mac. I expected more.

With the MacBook still under warranty, but needing a laptop quickly (I was off to a reporter-mission in the morning), I ran to Best Buy to buy a cheap PC. I bought a Toshiba Satellite on sale and went on my working way. The cheap Toshiba was completely competent, which I all I really need.

And then noon, August 17, 2008, happened. Forgetting it had water in it, I reached for a glass, spilled a little of the water. Some of the water goes, of course, directly on my keyboard.

It’s not a lot of water, I think. But I worry. I want Doc’s DeLorean to rescue me.

I wanna go back and do it all over but I can’t go back I know.

But I also know I deserve whatever happens. What a silly, amateur mistake. And, besides, my cheap Toshiba can’t take much.

Silly girl…

The keys, of course, went wild.

I reboot and can’t get myself back in — I’m staring at a login screen. Trying tricks. I walk away to get rolling to run and buy a USB keyboard to plug into said laptop to try to salvage things and get back to work. (Typing on your Blackberry gets old quickly.) And you can guess what happened from here. I sit down, notice it’s accepting “Enter” as “Enter” again. What’s that? The “T” is a “T.” It’s a miracle.

Now I know these were two completely separate careless incidents. I know that the computers should have responded differently. I can recognize logic even when I choose to ignore it. But when Chaka reacted with “The truth is out there: Apples are pretty but PCs, obviously, are superior. You can bang on them, drop water on them. Go ahead, bang on that PC.” I was tempted by the prospect that for all these years was just being wowed by Steve Jobs and his good show. I think, “Can it really be a coincidence that Satan tempted with an APPLE? I bet Mike Huckabee doesn’t use a Mac.”

Salvation has come?

O.K. I’m not quite there yet. If Apple wants to sent me an iphone and ihome and icar and whatever they come up with next, I will, of course, be willing to reconsider. But for now I’m open to the possibility that I may be going through a conversion process. It’s something I never thought would happen to me.

I can’t believe I just reopened the Apples vs. PCs debate. I know better. But it would be far from the first reckless thing I’ve done, clearly.