Vista does one thing fiercely: Sucking.

I purchased a brand new Lenovo X61 Tablet PC running Vista Business about 6 months ago. It's been a barely OK machine. I upgraded it to 3GB of RAM, defrag weekly, and yet it has been nothing but donkey balls. Seriously I'm not sure if it's Vista or the quality of Lenovo Thinkpads, but I am at my wits end.

Simple things like wifi don't work after standby mode. Random crashes and hangs are commonplace. Infuriating load times haunt me. The latest problem is new: Task manager won't even show up, even though it is clearly running as noted by the taskbar. (below)

Tomorrow, I will buy a Macbook Pro. I was burned by a first generation Macbook Pro previously, but of late it's pretty clear the new ones are totally a blissfully reliable, solid computing platform. 

I may never buy a PC again. Goodbye Microsoft, you've really screwed the pooch.

That "f*ck you" written on the wall

While I was walking up the stairs, though, all of a sudden I thought I was going to puke again. Only, I didn't. I sat down for a second, and then I felt better. But while I was sitting down, I saw something that drove me crazy. Somebody'd written "F*ck you" on the wall. It drove me damn near crazy. I thought how Phoebe and all the other little kids would see it, and how they'd wonder what the hell it meant, and then finally some dirty kid would tell them — all cockeyed, naturally — what it meant, and how they'd all think about it and maybe even worry about it for a couple of days. I kept wanting to kill whoever'd written it. I figured it was some perverty bum that'd sneaked in the school late at night to take a leak or something and then wrote it on the wall. I kept picturing myself catching him at it, and how I'd smash his head on the stone steps till he was good and goddam dead and bloody. But I knew, too, I wouldn't have the guts to do it. I knew that. That made me even more depressed. I hardly even had the guts to rub it off the wall with my hand, if you want to know the truth. I was afraid some teacher would catch me rubbing it off and would think I'd written it. But I rubbed it out anyway, finally. Then I went on up to the principal's office.

-- Catcher in the Rye, by JD Salinger

You'd think Holden Caulfield might be talking about the online community we're trying to launch here. Posterous is a pretty young service and we're pretty psyched that more and more people are signing up every day to use our service. But at the same time we're a little sad about what some people are coming in and doing. Spam, squatting on subdomains, and the like. That's just not cool.

We want to deliver some great new stuff for you all, but first we have to make sure this community is a safe place for nice lovable people like yourselves. Posterous is our home too. Lets fight these hooligans together. Email us at abuse@posterous.com if you see anything that sucks going down. We'll put the smack down for you.

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