Those attributes are an important part of what I like about her! Very direct, very plain to a fault. She has never and probably will never have an interest in playing interpersonal games. Zero drama. Loyal, because she doesn’t like change. She’s obsessive in her interests meaning we both easily get sufficient time to be our own person.
Sure, she’s exceptionally sensitive about certain textures and sounds, but I understand because I’m the same way. Meeting her was like living a life where everyone speaks this language that I just wasn’t born with, and finding someone else who is just as confused as I am was really validating.
So yes, I suggested that we marry, and she says yes you will suffice… which is perhaps the highest compliment she has ever paid me.
I think it comes down to the culture. A minuscule improvement to a file system is big news in the Linux community. There’s also lots of academic interest in the performance critical parts of the kernel that you just can’t emulate with a closed source model. Is anyone writing papers on how to obtain a 2% improvement in the task scheduler on Windows?
Linux dominates the server market, so even small improvements matter when you’re talking about a server farm with thousands of machines or the latest supercomputer. Many, many people care about the scalability of Linux. On Windows, we say: NTFS? It’s good enough. The user won’t notice on modern SSDs.
I think the implication is that the customer is drinking alcohol frequently lately because the lady ordered in the way you would order many alcoholic beverages with ice.
I wonder if this is true for others but I’m just not close to my family. I think most people have smaller social circles today than they did 10 years ago.
Without close family, there’s a lot less to Christmas.
I met the author… a guy who wrote the script for one of the pictured movies. He was doing stand-up comedy on a cruise ship. He said yes, they are all terrible, but there’s a certain audience for them and they’re quite profitable.
He said I want you to think of me when you’re forced to watch one of these. I want you to know who is responsible, and that I’m very sorry.
Upon the web, a cipher dance delayed, An SSL error in its code displayed. In cryptic realms, where data ought to flow, A falter in the handshake, whispers woe.