Heh.

papersky on linux/dos/windoze:

Dos is like an old dog. It knows the old tricks really well, it's eager and even enthusiastic to go through them for me, but it can't learn new tricks any more.

Windows is like a teenage thug, it won't do what you want, it swears it did, it won't communicate, it leaves trash all over the place, it breaks things, then it laughs at you when it thinks you're not looking.

Linux is like a geek, it's very busy doing very important things like running the universe, and it would help you but it thinks you ought to be able to figure stuff out for yourself. redbird said it's a user friendly operating system that knows who its friends are, and that's about it. It only wants primary relationships. It's not really an operating system, it's a hobby, and I don't want it as a hobby. I can run it, but I tolerates me as a luser -- and I don't have a sysadmin.

Last night's foodporn

Dinner with my mom and lcohen at Cafe Sevilla last night. Their bread is divine (plain and olive) along with either the marinara-type sauce or their peerless aioli. Then I had the wondrous gazpacho, for which I'd been jonesing all day, and mom and lcohen shared the seafood bisque (and then mom gave me the orgasm-inducing rest that she couldn't eat -- it was redolent with lobster broth and cream and just a touch of saffron, oh my). Then we all shared the six-item tapas platter, which the menu describes thusly:

Pinchos Morunos -- marinated pork on skewers [wonderful grilled taste, especially the fresh peppers]
Gambas a la Plancha -- pan seared shrimp [so buttery-garlicky-yummy]
Calamares Fritos -- fried calamari [always my favorite when I lived in Spain -- these could've been lighter in the batter department, but they were still lovely]
Patatas a la Brava -- sautéed potatoes in spicy tomato sauce [my favorite of the evening's tapas -- the sauce was complicated and more bell-peppery than tomatoey, and I loved it]
Empanada Barcelona -- salmon mousse, shrimp, sautéed spinach, rice, raisins and pine nuts in a puff pastry topped with a cranberry port sauce [I ate most of it in layers, because I wanted to taste all of it, and thought it was too busy all together. It was really really delicious, though.]
Croquetas de Pollo -- chicken croquettes [I didn't care for these, nor did the others. They were bready and bland.]

Anyway, the company was lovely, the dinner was lovely, and I ate my weight in aioli. How could that be bad?