Beautiful delicious lovely arousing, oh how lovely, gorgeous, delicious, Oh! beautiful Amarok, I love you.
How anyone could accuse you of being simply cold, hard coding, with no feelings of your own, is too far beyond my reasoning. In the short time I've had you, oh! the joy you've given me. These feelings that no other has ever brought out of me, this yearning for more, and yet complete satisfaction with what you already give me. I love you far beyond anything anything else I've ever claimed to have loved in this entire life of mine. But, spare a thought for the others. Should we? Need we spare a thought for those low-lifes, those closed fortresses of scrappy code, with the horrible interfaces and disgusting performance? No, I hear you say, my darling Amarok. We need not bother for jealous competition. After all, what competition can there be, when there's no one to compete? We need not bother to wish each other long and prosperous lives, for what we have will outlive any mortal or man-made thing on Earth or further abroad in the Universe, what we have is tangible, we can feel it, this is real. This is love.
Love, from your ever faithful, and ordinarily intangible,
Miblo del Carpio.
Word of the Week
Perspective
perspective n. & adj. —n. 1 a the art of drawing solid objects on a two-dimensional surface so as to give the right impression of relative positions, size, etc. b a picture drawn in this way. 2 the apparent relation between visible objects as to position, distance, etc. 3 a mental view of the relative importance of things (keep the right perspective). 4 a geographical or imaginary prospect. —adj. of or in perspective.
Definition courtesy of the Concise Oxford Dictionary
