With a specific mix of spiteful grumpiness toward windows and a naive optimism, born of youth and abundant nerd resource at university.

That and a stoic acceptance that shit breaks, but it also broke on win 95, 98, XP and especially millennium edition. Which is the timeframe I switched in.

Going full time was fully enabled by reliable virtualization. When I could run a win XP VM and expect no issues in a work day, I was about to ditch windows as my main OS. Over time, I used fewer windows only applications, now I barely need the VM.

You don’t ration Discworld, you reread it every 5 years.

And maybe revisit a favourite or six every other year.

Cactus outdoor.

I had one for around 9 years. It got stolen, not sure how long they last, but there are ones in the wild that are over 30.

It would be for just a couple minutes.

Narrator: that couple of minutes turned into many hours in the hospital.

It really doesn’t take many changes; just swap the perspective. Sing it from the point of view of ICE etc…

[Verse]
Some of us that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Some of us that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Some of us that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Some of us that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses, ugh

[Refrain]
Killing in the name of
Killing in the name of

[Pre-Chorus]
And now you do what I tell ya
And now you do what I tell ya
And now you do what I tell ya
And now you do what I tell ya
And now you do what I tell ya
And now you do what I tell ya
And now you do what I tell ya
And now you do what I tell ya
And now you do what I tell ya
And now you do what I tell ya
But now you do what I tell ya
Well now you do what I tell ya

[Chorus]
Those I killed are justified
For wearin’ the badge, I’m the chosen knights
I justify those that died
By wearin’ the badge, I’m the chosen knights
Those I killed are justified
For wearin’ the badge, I’m the chosen knights
I justify those that died
By wearin’ the badge, I’m the chosen knights, come on

[Verse]
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses, ugh

[Refrain]
Killing in the name of
Killing in the name of

[Pre-Chorus]
And now you do what I tell ya
And now you do what I tell ya
And now you do what I tell ya
And now you do what I tell ya
And now you do what I tell ya (Now you’re under control)
And now you do what I tell ya (And now you’re under control)
And now you do what I tell ya (And now you’re under control)
And now you do what I tell ya (Now you’re under control)
And now you do what I tell ya (Now you’re under control)
And now you do what I tell ya (Now you’re under control)
And now you do what I tell ya (Now you’re under control)
And now you do what I tell ya

[Chorus]
Those I killed are justified
For wearin’ the badge, I’m the chosen knights
I justify those that died
By wearin’ the badge, I’m the chosen knights
Those I killed are justified
For wearin’ the badge, I’m the chosen knights
I justify those that died
By wearin’ the badge, I’m the chosen knights, come on

[Guitar Solo]
Ugh
Yeah
Come on
Ugh

[Outro]
Fuck you, you do what I tell you
Fuck you, you do what I tell you
Fuck you, you do what I tell you
Fuck you, you do what I tell you
Fuck you, you do what I tell you
Fuck you, you do what I tell you
Fuck you, you do what I tell you
Fuck you, you do what I tell you
Fuck you, you do what I tell you
Fuck you, you do what I tell you
Fuck you, you do what I tell you
Fuck you, you do what I tell you
Fuck you, you do what I tell you
Fuck you, you do what I tell you
Fuck you, you do what I tell you
Fuck you, you do what I tell you
Get on the ground, Ugh

Now I need to listen to Rage.

Sometimes men don’t fell comfortable expressing themselves with women around.

If a space is toxic, men don’t express themselves there either.

Space where men can properly express their feelings are extremely rare. Between the toxic masculinity and men feeling judged by women and other men.

Even if you are completely correct and this person conspired against you; holding onto this is not great for your mental health.

The best thing for you is to acknowledge that you were hurt by this and accept that. Then move on, what they did was about them and not you.

From your text, it could be that they were just selfish and you were collateral damage. My advice stands, give yourself the freedom to move on.

As a father of three boys. This is enforced far more by the mother’s of girls than anyone else.

My oldest made friends almost exclusively with girls before he was five. Without fail mother’s would move their girls away and toward other girls. This happened in a few situations, both structured and unstructured environments.

When it was dad’s with daughters, it was only about 1/4 of the time, and mums or dad’s with sons never did.

I have seen it the other way also, where boys were steered to other boys, but it was far less often.

I used to go to a men’s only yoga class, I was far more comfortable there than in a mixed class. The class was discontinued, not because of lack of interest… but because the instructor got pregnant, it never restarted. She was a great instructor very professional and targeted the exercises to men’s problem areas.

Men’s only spaces are important, as much as women’s spaces. Men’s mental health is often overlooked, and men’s spaces are an easy way for men to vent about shit that is bothering them.

Also “our current time” is a little strange, history it’s full of segregated spaces, even of just by social convention. Our current time is far more accepting of mixing than a lot of history.

I’m weirdly conflict conflicted, I mean we are on the map, but it is incorrect.

But most kiwis are shoes off in the house.

Can’t tell of sarcasm or serious, damn Poe’s law.

Obama has something else that is much bigger that trumps.

Rough…but fair!

No I program with a magnetised needle and a steady hand.

Yes Minister, and Yes Prime Minster.

Great stuff

With asshole lips, talking shit must be a common occurance.

Jeensland

May I suggest a cart licence.

No license…you get a fucken carry bag, get your shit together!

Mapping this to age to help.

“The internet” says grade 6 = 11-12yo, which for my reference is Year 7 in NZ, or the first year of intermediate (Y7 and Y8; between primary and secondary school) which is a fairly low bar.

So I checked the OECD and we are basically average; just above the US in the 2023 data. So better but not much better.