What Vista Is Really Like
This waking dream has been making the rounds: what if you woke and found a strange and beautiful woman in your bed, and she was inscrutible, unpredictable, and dangerous... but oh so beautiful? That's Vista for you.
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This waking dream has been making the rounds: what if you woke and found a strange and beautiful woman in your bed, and she was inscrutible, unpredictable, and dangerous... but oh so beautiful?
That happens to us all the time, and we slashdotters JUS DUN GIV A FUC. That's how badass we are.
The trouble is; she is "Britney Spears" beautiful rather than "Natalie Portman" beautiful. ...so you have to ask yourself, do I need baldilocks or do I need hot grits?
Ripping an new rectum in the fabric of spacetime.
This waking dream has been making the rounds: what if you woke and found a strange and beautiful woman in your bed, and she was inscrutible, unpredictable, and dangerous... but oh so beautiful?
I'm gay. I'd panic.
But will she go down on you as much as previous incarnations?
To do something right, you often have to roll up your sleeves and get busy.
"DISPLAY PROPERTIES NEEDS YOUR PER-PER-PER-"
The whole building collapses.
I spend most of my time in bed, darling.
Why?
>what if you woke and found a strange and beautiful woman in your bed, and she was inscrutible, unpredictable, and dangerous...
and you reach down and discover she has a dick.
Open Source Drum Kit, LPLC deve board - mjhdesigns.com
What you are describing is inconcievable to most of the posters. You might try: "imagaine a 16way AMD box, a real screamer for SETI, molecule folding etc., also fully modded to use the waste heat to make espresso but would randomly shock you and download kiddie pr0n without your knowledge'.
That might be something a slashdotter understands.
putting the 'B' in LGBTQ+
So. I have Vista installed on my home computer.
Can I trade it for that beautiful and dangerous woman you are talking about?
Yes, she was beautiful last night when you were pissed up on booze, but now, laying next to her, you notice how her face is covered in oozing rivers of makeup, slowly melting and running down her face. You are disgusted by her foul, pitted skin and faint moustache effect. She yawns, and your face is blasted by an unholy, eldritch gas, you recoil and wretch, struggling to keep what remains of last night's kebab and chips in your stomach.
Terrified you slowly peel back the duvet to reveal breasts that are so small that sagging should not be possible; yet sag they do, with two terrible, craggly nipples point out in unrelated directions. You begin to feel faint, your ears begin to ring, but you cannot resist scanning down her fetid, clammy belly, to see the most rotten vagina that has ever blighted this earth. With lips twisted, gnarled and gaping, the stench is unimaginable; a mixture of stale kippers, mouldy garlic and fuming sulfuric acid, you are amazed that your sheets are still in once piece. Oh yes, you grab the hot sauce alright, but only pour it in your eyes so you can no longer see what lies before you, and force it into your nose so the odour can no longer torment you.
Personally, I like my women like I like my coffee ... cold, dark and bitter.
Lightly roasted.
Finely ground.
In puddles on the floor.
Full of milk.
Nerd rage is the funniest rage.