So I’m sitting here at the car dealership, waiting for Garrett’s car to be serviced, working on my final paper for “Religion and Culture”. I needed some notes from earlier in the semester, so I pulled my USB flash drive out of my pocket, plugged it into my laptop (running Gentoo Linux and Gnome 2.8), and prepared to figure out just what the appropriate device name was so I could get it mounted and copy the file off of it. And then it happened. I switched to an empty desktop, and sitting on my desktop was an icon: usbdisk. “Well that can’t be right,” I think to myself. There wasn’t nearly enough pain involved! I mean, what good is an operating system if my mother could use it? OK, maybe not my mother, but you get the idea.
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