I’m having a terrible anxiety flashback from installing Ubuntu on a netbook back in 2010. It was like a 20 command process that required babysitting and a second computer. It felt like each thing I fixed broke two other things.

Things are better now, thankfully.

I think maybe, I had Stockholm syndrome. As he dipped deeper and deeper into madness, I felt like, were he still alive, I could help him.

Healthy? No.

But could you quote a work of fiction that strikes you similarly?

First time I saw the † used in a non-scholastic work. Loved every page of it.

: David Foster Wallace has entered the chat from beyond the grave:

It’s actually refreshing that a tech company isn’t putting out a barely upgraded yearly iteration just to cash in on fanboys/collectors.