‘I cant seem to get my head around this newfangled “computer” thingamajig’ bitch you lived your life in the kafkaesque abstractions of the financial system. You taught my ass the foundations of information theory. And you can’t manage to type in openoffice on god damn linux mint? (C. Early 2010s, might’ve been ubuntu)

‘NERD! you’ll never get laid knowing that shit and bossing people around. It’s 2008, not 1978, nobody needs to know this wierdo nerd shit. I bet you don’t even have a facebook account.’ (Was teaching him how to download and open a torrent file. On windows.)

‘Tell me how to use this’ ‘no like in one message. For all of unix. No i cannot check a wiki or read a book. It must be personal 1-1 communication.’ (Basic rundowns of how shit works and how to use basic functions) ‘Sorry, that was over 140 characters, feels like you’re bullying me. Also im not using that ux, im using gnome which you specifically said would be harder for my use case.’

The flavor is generational. My desire to fry them in a slop machine data center’s exhaust heat is not.