For three months, I lived on an island. A retirement island, with marshy sweetgrass vistas and bike trails dominated by socially-appropriate metaphors for poo (PLEASE REMOVE ANY DOG LEAVINGS AND DISPOSE OF HORSE EXCRETIONS).
Oh, and Papyrus, the web designer‘s nightmare. Papyrus in every coffee table bookshop window, on every photo gallery awning, and on the logo of every locally-grown bag of backwater pecans. We turned it into a snarky scavenger hunt. “Look, honey – pralines. From ancient Egypt.”
The first time I installed Linux was about 9 years ago. CD burners not being nearly as easy to come by as they are these days, I spent two weeks’ allowance on a copy of Red Hat and set about figuring out what the hell a swap partition was. 14 hours later, I got a welcome screen, did the Hokey Pokey FTW … and then switched back to Windows and forgot all about it.