venting
I think I am going to chop my work computer up with a hatchet. Then I am going to take the little pieces of computer kibble, disolve them in some concentrated HCl, chant some death curses over the chemical stew that remains, freeze it in liquid nitrogen, and drop the ice off a cliff onto some detonating high explosives. Maybe I'll think of a couple other useful things to add to the list, but that's a start at least.
It's not really my computer's fault. I'm just sick of wasting day after day trying to get my already working code to work in the "officially preffered" format, and getting nothing but segmentation faults and data formatting errors. Everyone else seems to be able to figure out the proper rituals to communicate with these electronic mostrosities, so I choose to irrationally blame my computer rather than admit that I have no intuition/patience for deciphering cryptic software. Why the hell did I, a person who has no organization skills, choose to work in a programming intensive field? I love the science, I just can't stand it when everything you touch turns into pages and pages of computer barf.
It's not really my computer's fault. I'm just sick of wasting day after day trying to get my already working code to work in the "officially preffered" format, and getting nothing but segmentation faults and data formatting errors. Everyone else seems to be able to figure out the proper rituals to communicate with these electronic mostrosities, so I choose to irrationally blame my computer rather than admit that I have no intuition/patience for deciphering cryptic software. Why the hell did I, a person who has no organization skills, choose to work in a programming intensive field? I love the science, I just can't stand it when everything you touch turns into pages and pages of computer barf.