Couldn't wait any longer; earlier today the fingers seemingly on their own -- without any overt guidance from the brain supposedly connected to their muscles -- navigated themselves to F12 and covertly issued a do-release-upgrade. Then the stomach, interrupting that brain's admittedly energy-sapped state, made its possessor aware of its emptiness, so I trundled off to the kitchen to roust up a repast.
Returning about 20 minutes later, I'm greeted with the silently, gently flashing cursor awaiting my response to a question: do I want to keep my altered /etc/default/grub? Of course. A flurry of queries held my eyeballs ransom, pestering whether to replace apparently non-obviously erased AppArmor profiles. [Enter] [Enter] [Enter] [Enter] [Enter] [Enter] [Enter] [Enter] [Enter] [Enter] [Enter] ... no, silly computer, I don't want any AppArmor stuff. I've already wiped that thing away; don't you understand more profiles won't do anything?
Now the fun begins. A few update-initramfs passes. A couple kernel module builds (DKMS: swoon!) Mmm I loves me some "Running depmod." 15 more minutes elapse and it's time for the big orange switch. I mean, the little black button. The LCD panel goes dark; the fan goes silent...
...electrons rush in: it's a ThinkPhoeadnix! An ocelot arises from the ashes of a narwhal. [I don't believe I've said that before. Ever.] Fast sucker, too: boots in half the time. But...but...what's this? No X to mark your spot? Surely my diligent purging and pruning and decruftifying removed everything that might upset an upgrade, no? startx stumbles over "nvidia" -- a pox on you, xorg.conf! (Note to self: add alias putapoxon=rm to .bashrc) Reboot. Ah, KDM. You don't look so good in those Nouveau lights, but just relax -- restoring your radiance is only an apt-get away, just as soon as your phriend Phonon entones his welcome. Yep, a little typing here, a little clicking there; nurse, would you close please? Gotta pee.
Alrighty...a little more nipping and tucking and you'll be as, er, precise (
) as I need for now. Let's carve off those unnecessary fonts. How about localepurgeing vocabularies your English-only owner won't understand. Oh, pishaw, those status-concealing pilgrims returned? Well, push out their Plymouth and they'll putter off. Once more, into the rebroocht! [OK, so maybe entwining "breach" and "reboot" is a bit too much, even for me.]
Sing to me, o volkswolf! Oh, wait, where's that Amarok? That's weird. No clue where you went to, but can I woo you to redo? Ah, thank you.
Muon, you certainly aren't lacking for charge here. One favor, though? Open a command window so we can watch behind your back. We're starting to trust you, but our synaptic-wired synapses would rest a little easier if you softly whispered your intentions into our weary ears. Please? For us? We know you want to.
Returning about 20 minutes later, I'm greeted with the silently, gently flashing cursor awaiting my response to a question: do I want to keep my altered /etc/default/grub? Of course. A flurry of queries held my eyeballs ransom, pestering whether to replace apparently non-obviously erased AppArmor profiles. [Enter] [Enter] [Enter] [Enter] [Enter] [Enter] [Enter] [Enter] [Enter] [Enter] [Enter] ... no, silly computer, I don't want any AppArmor stuff. I've already wiped that thing away; don't you understand more profiles won't do anything?
Now the fun begins. A few update-initramfs passes. A couple kernel module builds (DKMS: swoon!) Mmm I loves me some "Running depmod." 15 more minutes elapse and it's time for the big orange switch. I mean, the little black button. The LCD panel goes dark; the fan goes silent...
...electrons rush in: it's a ThinkPhoeadnix! An ocelot arises from the ashes of a narwhal. [I don't believe I've said that before. Ever.] Fast sucker, too: boots in half the time. But...but...what's this? No X to mark your spot? Surely my diligent purging and pruning and decruftifying removed everything that might upset an upgrade, no? startx stumbles over "nvidia" -- a pox on you, xorg.conf! (Note to self: add alias putapoxon=rm to .bashrc) Reboot. Ah, KDM. You don't look so good in those Nouveau lights, but just relax -- restoring your radiance is only an apt-get away, just as soon as your phriend Phonon entones his welcome. Yep, a little typing here, a little clicking there; nurse, would you close please? Gotta pee.
Alrighty...a little more nipping and tucking and you'll be as, er, precise (
) as I need for now. Let's carve off those unnecessary fonts. How about localepurgeing vocabularies your English-only owner won't understand. Oh, pishaw, those status-concealing pilgrims returned? Well, push out their Plymouth and they'll putter off. Once more, into the rebroocht! [OK, so maybe entwining "breach" and "reboot" is a bit too much, even for me.]Sing to me, o volkswolf! Oh, wait, where's that Amarok? That's weird. No clue where you went to, but can I woo you to redo? Ah, thank you.
Muon, you certainly aren't lacking for charge here. One favor, though? Open a command window so we can watch behind your back. We're starting to trust you, but our synaptic-wired synapses would rest a little easier if you softly whispered your intentions into our weary ears. Please? For us? We know you want to.
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