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What Does This Mean For Quicktime?

The other day, I had a small window pop up on my computer screen courtesy of Apple. They were scanning my computer to see if there were any new software updates that I needed (how very kind of them). This had happened before and so it was not really a surprise when it happened again.

A while ago, I blogged that computers were sneaky because they tried to install programs on the sly. A Google toolbar with my Quicktime and so on. Now, they are beginning to be a bit more blatant. I was informed via this lovely little window that while I could originally download a QuickTime update separate from iTunes, that did not seem to be an option any more.

According to this window, in order to get a Quicktime update, I had no option but to install iTunes. Now, many people wouldn't think that this was a problem, but I do. Perhaps I am the only person on the planet that does. not. use. a. mac. Or an iPod. Or that glorified doorstop called the iPad.

It is not that I think iTunes is a bad program. Quite the contrary, I think it is fantastic. But the truth of the matter is, I already HAVE music management programs on my computer. I have.... oh, let us count shall we?

Windows media player. Have it. Love it. Use it. Came with the computer. Yahoo media player. Installed itself when I installed my mp3 software (I don't even use my mp3 anymore). UR music from Rogers. Installed it when I began to use my BlackBerry as an mp3 player.

I hope you get the idea. Its not that I don't like iTunes, I just have at least three others to pick from and don't feel I need a fourth. I hope that in future, it is going to possible to get my QuickTime without iTunes slipped in there like a trunk full of kids at a drive-in movie. Because if not, my ability to watch videos online is going to go sharply down hill and I will be one unhappy camper.

I don't think I will be the only one, either.

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