How I feel about my (soon to be ex-) wife…

never understand GIT as a single developer.

I use it to make it easier to work on stuff from my desktop, laptop, from windows or from Linux…

Funny, I felt the same way about my wife, but she surprised me in the end…

That’s about the time I started building my MP4 collection… Which is up to at least 2TB by now, if not 3…

I did not. But many years ago I had a girlfriend who named mine Roy, as in Orbison. Can’t for the life of me remember why… She liked to have long talks with Roy, but he was quite deaf, had to get right up in there to hear anything…

Hell if I remember so long ago, redhat was in the mix, then mandrake… I ran Gentoo for years on a server, until I got bitten by some upgrade woes, then switched to Debian, then arch, now truenas. Meanwhile on my desktop I bounced around even more… Ubuntu until the stupid wannabe metro UI, then switched to mint, which I used exclusively (as in without dual-booting windows) for a while… Meanwhile my laptop dual boots Manjaro alongside windows 11…

Mine was slackware in I think 1997?

parse

That sounds like technical jargon…

Steve Hughes had this to say…

I don’t remember a once-in-a-generation economic crisis in 2002… I remember the dotcom bust and my dad watching his retirement evaporate in 2000…

I blame office staff- when I had my wisdom teeth removed, it was going to be a shit show, so they sold me on “putting me under”- insurance would only cover local, but “you don’t want to be awake for all the digging and prying” which did not sound like fun so I agreed, at a cost of $400. Of course I woke up in the middle of it, and got to experience the digging and prying… Didn’t hurt at all, but it was still disconcerting. I found out later this wasn’t anything unusual. Had I known I would have been awake, I wouldn’t have spent the extra money.

Cartoonist has met my wife…

I have one in Arizona - trade?

I have one in Arizona - trade?

But where’s the fun in that?

They’ve already had this one, I guarantee it.

I wanted to make a joke reply and list a bunch of other unrelated things that happened on that day… But of course I find nothing but that one thing…

This. I didn’t know steak was good until I spent a few months living with my uncle, because growing up, if my mom made steak, it was like burnt shoe leather. Why would I ever think to order it at a restaurant?

It’s kind of Bostonian too, but then it’s pronounced “suppah”.

I grew up with frozen vegetables, my wife grew up with canned… Just one of our many incompatibilities…