My reply:

if you loved me, you'd wait until i knew i was ready for this.

I got this in response:

but baby, i know you're ready.
and with this new operating system, i can show you how i love you
in so many new ways,
let me compile my love,
into a new application,
let's break down the partition,
that divides these ideas.
yeah, love.
baby, i will not harm the contents of your hard drive.
i will not violate your sacred data.
i will not overwrite your old operating system.
you will still be whole,
but you will be more.
with linux baby, there will be new options, and new ideas.
please baby,
give your extra hard drive to jimmy.
your email says no, but your software says yes.

i have been reading the documentation for mandrake linux.
the installer is designed to utilize free space on a hard-drive with windows on it without writing over any windows content unless specifically instructed to.
i know it will be ok.
please baby,
i'm aching for open source.
i'm aching to flex a powerful command line prompt,
to explore new GUIs.
to develop my plan for social justice for the children.
please baby.
let jimmy put his linux in.

Seven years to the day after I lost my virginity...and now I'm having the same conversation about operating systems. I just wish that other boy had been this eloquent.

* * *

All of my deadlines are stacked like cordwood at the end of the week. And I know that on Thursday I will be weeping and wild-eyed, cursing my stupidity in not working sooner, faster, better.

I know all of this. And can I get started on my projects?

Nope.

* * *

3 years ago today: I really miss him, offensive comments and all.