[impatient]

Hey! A Linux thread!

Preoccupation with something you hate so dearly must make for a miserable existence. If Linux bothers you both so much, might I suggest avoiding these threads. It's really not that hard. Perhaps we could put a warning label at the top of the page. Something akin to the ones about not using your hair dryer in the shower.

[AFreeBird]

Perhaps we could put a warning label at the top of the page. Something akin to the ones about not using your hair dryer in the shower.

LOL!

I also got a kick out of the "5 O'Clock Charlie" reference.

Somehow I don't think a warning will play into his masochistic tendencies. That, and he must continue to do his master's bidding; sowing FUD throughout the land.

[Golden Eagle]

Actually I get quite a kick spinning the propeller on these boy's heads, and watching them try to deny Richard Stallman is a whacko leftist. They get twisted into more circles than Mr. Gumby, but they sure do try.

[theFIRMbss]

>Preoccupation with something you hate so dearly must make for a miserable existence

See my post #15.
Like everything else in life,
lyrics from Cheap Trick

sum up my feelings
for Linux, Unix and folks
who make those things home --

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I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but they’ll be the end of me
Oh yeah
I love you honey but I hate those friends

That fat cat Frank got a heart of gold
He’s got a head of lead, he’s young but he acts old
That limp wristed two-fisted diplomat
Better draw a map, to see where he’s at
Around and round when he rambles on
’bout the latest deal we should be in on
We shouldn’t give him the time of day
He doesn’t give a damn if we sink or swim

I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but they’ll be the end of me
Oh yeah
I love you honey but I hate your friends

Did some toot, yeah we had a blow
Look man, no holes, real nose
When he says hi he really means the moon
He was there long before Armstrong
He stays loose, he says, fill her up
For eternal youth from those Swiss docs.
He’s thirty but he feels like sixteen
Check it out: yep, hundred-n-sixteen!

I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but they’ll be the end of me
Oh yeah
I love you honey, let’s dance

I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but they’ll be the end of me
Oh yeah yeah
I love you honey but I hate your friends

Let’s see, there’s Miss Tique and Miss Informed
General Disaster, Mister Know-it-all
Missus Alot and Private Stock
Corporal Punishment ’bout to blow his mind
Mister Mock, Mister Completely,
Miss de Plot, Miss Story,
Mister Call, Mister de Gaulle,
The aging Mister Martin and that ain’t all

I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but they’ll be the end of me
Oh yeah
I love you honey but I hate those friends

I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but they’ll be the end of me
Oh yeah
I love you honey but I hate your friends

I love you honey but I hate your friends
They love your money
But they’ll be the end of me, oh yeah
I love you honey but I hate your friends