fucking chung. last time I saw him he was doing a PAINTING course at 
college because he fucked up.

he's not allowed to do a PhD

he came to my house once. he annoyed me so much I near enough 
frogmarched him downstairs and ordered my parents to drive him home.
(I didn't go in the car)

he managed to get me to install Linux in 1998. He's a year younger than 
me. Imagine being a Linux at 14.

I was talking to SOMEBODY ELSE about how PC disk drives can't read Amiga 
disks because of a HARDWARE difference, and he piped in with "Linux can 
read ANY disk"

which of course it couldnt.

I can still hear his voice listing the shells. "bash, csh, sh, ksh, 
tsch", he said out loud. I wanted to punch him.

It would have been better if he just spat at me.

We went on my computer. If he wanted to show me something he wouldn't 
point and explain. He would GRAB THE MOUSE FROM MY HANDS, because 
whatever he had to do was more important than manners.

OH GOD. He knew I could program. He knew I was essentially better at 
computers than him. But if I asked him a question, like "What is the URL 
to x", he would say "Click the button at the bottom left of your screen 
with the word 'start' written on it", and find the small picture with 
the words 'Internet Explorer' next to it"