Obligatory "ignore this space" : https://sacoronavirus.co.za

X Fonts are ugly, but that's because the most important goal is the removing of straight lines. This fact is not quite as old as I am, but I most certainly did read about the removing of straight lines while in high school--and by then it was old news. The problem that gets us to stop the busses, the trains, the aeroplanes, and the passenger liners, and to get people to hide their ugly faces while they're walking and to keep them off the beaches, is that we have a matrix in front of us--or a grid if you prefer--which if not on the cartesian plane nor the Complex plane it must surely be projected on your wife's back. But then I doubt you'd worry too much about what's being projected.

A straight line between two arbitrary points intersects with a set of cells; which, if not fine enough, make it look like a line made with differently coloured bricks. Text drawn in such a fashion is still legible, but we got into discussions about how nice the fonts were looking while saying, 'what you see is what you get'. Believing that committing to someone would be the easiest thing in the world to do if we were not having to compare yesterday to today, the while.

'Yeah, yeah, yeah, and my mother's a virgin.'

When there were none left to match our inexperience, we put the thought of it out of our minds. I'm still waiting to hear how this gender equality works, where those of us who were deliberately hamstrung by our parents, on the matter of being awkward around girls, were expected to be happy that girls many years our senior were making eyes at us; while hearing that the boys who had been taking their time in a school that was struggling with the phrase, push up, were being pampered by their wives--who had insisted that they would not marry a man more than a year or two older than them.

But pampering, to me, is something I come to expect as a right, in the same way that once we've become accustomed to nice-looking fonts we find it precious hard to accept the ugly ones. It's sort of like asking for memory loss of what you've seen, each time you reboot into the alternative that delights the child.

'When are we going to see nice fonts?'

You can have them now, but you need to choose a layer. Layers are thick because they need a product manager. That fact took me twenty years to summarize. Now that I've done it the thought of giving up housekeeping and going somewhere to make myself useful comes to mind. In the meantime I do a bit of this and that, trying to forget that the Architect only sees it in pristine condition.

To which I add this note: the making of web apps was less pleasant than cutting the grass, for me. This is relevant on account of a GNU user interface language that was announced before the details had been worked out.

'That's just what we need! A silver bullet!'

Remind me what makes these machines indispensable?