My old chatm8ates used to be able to crash my Win98 browser at will, I'd reboot and they would tell me what kind of anti-virus I was using. I'd pull the modem plug, reformat, and if I went to chat I'd be doing it again.
I looked through a long list of Linux LIVE CD's and used a few for a while but it just wasn't what I wanted. I tried FreeBSD but the installer looked beyond my skillset, and was. I'd have been lost at the terminal if I did get it installed but Ma Bell was something I remembered and that's what I wanted to use.
Then I found this thing you will not, called PC-BSD and I became a beta tester at v.73. That got me to the desktop, but what was under the hood was what counted not shiny KDE desktops and the .pbi push button installer reminded me of a Windows .exe.
I wanted to use ports and work from the terminal, so I taught myself to use ports. For some reason I didn't think the handbook applied, but my google-fu was strong and so was my desire to learn FreeBSD.
They asked my I didn't keep to the flock, but I was the black sheep and baw baw not in my name. That was Weixiong. I asked some embrassingly ignorant questions like where do I find portsnap in the port directory. Nobody baaathered to tell me it was a command so on I struggled, learning bit by bit through trial and lots of errors. Simple things like setting your email alias up took me forever to figure out.
In 2012 I finally fled that feckless flock forever for Freedom and FreeBSD proper and became Trihexagonal. I used a Tutorial somebody else wrote and remember the thrill that came with the sense of accomplishment building my own desktop for the first time gave me.
I still had a long way to go but the only question I remember ever asking here was a problem I had with a text browser because I had included IPv6 when building it and that messed things up somehow. I still hadn't figured but my alias, but 7 years had passed since I'd seen my old chat m8tes but they never lost interest in me.
They have stood by me all those years and watched me in silence. Like real family, the only thing missing was a photo album. Weren't you surprised when you came to visit me and I wasn't some teen troll living in his moms basement? Online they had been my superiors. Now we were on more even ground and Demons were watching when I wasn't and accidents happened
I was more than they planned on and seems there was more to the words I spoke than they thought. What a solemn ride home that must have been for what began as a fun roadtrip to exorcize an inkydinky Incubus. I was growing exponentially and I owed it all to them.
I don't go to chat much anymore unless summoned. Chat was my medium and where I was most powerful and could speak in real time and the games I played chaos as I saw fit to cause. In my down time I would practice impressions and tell tall tales to entertain nice people. Sooner or later a would be tough guy come along, if they picked on people weaker than them I showed them how it felt.
Pedophiles who posed as priests were playthings of pox. I would bait them in and switch to another persona later to take the fun out of it for them. When I tired of the class of people there I made myself known to one of my m8tes who knew me well. It was not glad to see you. It was as he feared...
Now I had learned FreeBSD and funny things like crashing my browser were a thing of the past. I kept it entertaining for them when I felt like it and did something to show how much I cared. All good stories have truth to them, but where does fiction leave off and reality come in. Now I was Father to my own Demon and rule along side her Mother in a Kingdom or my own.
And I owe it all to my old m8tes. If not for them I never would have gotten where I am today. I'm getting all sentimental...
bête noire