Windows 7 came in the mail today, and I swear, I’ve probably spent the last 10 minutes staring at the genuine hologram. It’s like staring into my soul.

I won’t be reviewing Windows 7, since there’s been more than enough capable people already engaged in that task. Both Ars Technica and Engadget have some great coverage if you’re looking to learn more. Instead, I’ll be talking about Seven from more of an anecdotal perspective — one filled with unicorn blood, pleading, and a satanic burning of my old Leopard DVDs. These are the sort of things required to get the damn thing on the Macbook Pro. My Macbook Pro, anyhow.

In truth, installing Windows 7 is actually a stupidly easy affair, and one of the easiest yet. Microsoft has even reversed it’s Vista decision to include all versions on one DVD, and instead bundled two discs with retail copies — one for 32-bit systems, and one for 64-bit. Adding more discs may seem complicated at first, but I think it actually works out better for consumers; the decision to install 32-bit or 64-bit is now more of a deliberate decision, and not simply one of six choices on a multi-version disc.

Of course, I get to deal with the evils of Apple’s Bootcamp. Issues with my drive lately seem to stem from a corruption of the HFS+ filesystem, which measn that Bootcamp can’t partition the drive as it normally does. No, to install Windows 7 this time around, it’s going to take a complete wipe and reformat. It’s not even implied with a vague error code — disk utility’s error message actually instructed me to wipe my entire freakin’ computer. That’s no tall order when you’ve got a 500GB internal, and only a pair of 320GB externals to split between.

So while my retail copy of Windows 7 Home Premium sits looking pretty on my desk, I’ll try to roll out the carpet for its arrival. One backup at a time.

I’ll have more from Windows 7 soon.