It all started in 2003 when my boyfriend back then gave me user and password to his Linux. This resulted in a 2.5 years battle over permissions for commands such as mount and rpm. After so many restrictions no wonder I was constantly pushing towards moving to Windows - in which I felt free oh so free!
Smoking permissions were added to our battles in the year 2004 when we moved in together, I was allowed to smoke on the porch unless the temperature got below 0 (Jerusalem, what else?), in which case the living room became a permitted smoking section.
When the summer finally came I spent my time trying to establish similar rules, as it became clear I will be spending the summer sweating like a pig in that sauna called our porch. This battle resulted somehow (to this day I have no idea how) in a new rule under which I was allowed to smoke only outside the Jerusalem municipality borders. It worked for about two weeks after which we started fighting again.
This is the point in which I should probably make the following clear: I loved my ex and he loved me, Very much. I enjoyed the time we spent together and wouldn't dream of doing it any differently, We still get along great, and he's an excellent guy that I'd recommend dating/ marrying/ having kids with to anyone.
Nonetheless, this is what you get when you put two privacy/ security/ licensing/ human rights nut-cases under the same roof.
Another ex. A year ago. After a concert: I caught (?!) him looking at another girl, or to be precise - her legs, that didn't really bother me, I have nice legs too. It did bother me that a minute after came a 2nd stare, so I attacked with something I was familiar with and tried forming yet another license. He can look at other girls all he wants, but only once, a 2nd look will be considered a direct violation the terms of use of this product (me), and may result in penalties - a fight after which I'm allowed to ignore him completely and to be very very angry. Unfortunately, he wasn't a psychotic Linux user and didn't get the point, much less, cooperate.
My current boyfriend is finally starting to add some restrictions into our relationship as well. Apparently, 5 cigarettes in a row is a little more than he can take, and is considering restricting me to (only!) 2. He is also open for negotiations - if there's something I don't like this is the point, I should bring it up and we'll trade. Unfortunately, I can't really think of anything.
I'm asking for help. Anyone has any ideas? Lunch is promised to anyone who can think of anything concrete that I would want.
Also, what do you think such a terms and conditions document should look like?
Cheers!
הערות:
1. החבר כבר לא חבר שלי, אז ארוחת צהריים לא מובטחת לאף אחד.
2. דן, ככה אני זוכרת את זה/ בוחרת לתאר את זה, אם יש לך בעייה תחסום לי את הבלוג, את המשתמש FTP, תעיף לי את תיקיית ה-upload, שום דבר שלא עשית כבר :)
רונה, אני חושב שכבר הבנת שאין כאן צנזורות. מה שכן אני שוקל ברצינות לפתוח לרונה שטיינברג (השנייה) בלוג מתחרה אצלי בשרת. את תרדי עליה כאן, היא תכתוב עלייך שירי אהבה מתוקים בבלוג שלה: "הצפיחית המסוכרת". יהיה מעניין!
3. נשים, תצאו עם לינוקסאים! אנחנו user friendly :)
בקרוב המשך, "ממשק לגברים מתכנתי לינוקס".
3 פוסטים ביומיים? מה קרה, צדק נוגה והירח התקרבו אז חטפת חשק לכתוב?
וממתי מערכת יחסים נראית כמו תוכנית בC#?
דן, ביקשת? קיבלת.