[headmelted]

> Were Linux and git made with Scandinavian longing?

He’ll never tell you. He’ll just stare sullenly at you on a crisp November evening through the frost-coated glass of your remote log cabin until slowly he’ll raise one hand bearing his middle finger, without breaking eye contact or changing his expression.

“Pass that along to Jensen Huang” he’ll whisper. Then with a surge of the creeping blizzard outside your window, he’ll be gone forever.

[politelemon]

Who was that, Huang would inquire.

Oh... Just my arty ex.