Let's face it...

[wolfen69]

People that hang out in linux/tech forums are geeks. Computers and how they could be made better are the domain of geeks. Our wives/girlfriends (if you are that evolved) hate us for it, and we can't help it. It's in our blood. Does anyone here ever have issues with your girl/lover (trying to be politically correct) because you spend a lot of time on the computer and care about testing/using/talking about/backlash/reporting bugs/etc......?

[bob]

Yeah, for sure! We've been married only 44 years and it's beginning to bug her. Doubt we'll make our 75th. at this rate... :D

[SlowJet]

i am brkn up w u, gk.

When my daughter sends me a long txt message i reply ok or no.
If it not the right answer, she calls me. :)

SJ

[robert-e]

Nah, I got her hooked on the Gimp, and now she uses Linux almost exclusively, only putting her XP hard drive back into her computer when she travels with the GPS dongle, which unfortunately is MS only. I fully expect to make our 50th at this rate.
LOL
Bob

[ghostdawg]

I once told the wife, honey, one of us gonna have to go, either me or the computer, she said, it's been nice knowing you!

[Dan]

http://forums.fedoraforum.org/showpost.php?p=578196&postcount=6

<..:p..>

[aleph]

A woman who hates you because of Linux can also hates you for any other "reason"... unless you're Mark Shuttleworth of course :D

[wolfen69]

A woman who hates you because of Linux can also hates you for any other "reason"... unless you're Mark Shuttleworth of course :D

I've never felt better. everything is do or die.

[pete_1967]

"wife", "girlfriend", "lover"? I vaguely remember hearing those words, but what exactly do they mean?

[glennzo]

Wife and daughter gave up on me years ago. Wife slips meals under the office door now. I haven't shaved in years, ala ZZ Top. I work by candle light and my back is curved from years of hunching over the desktop. I have no friends. I never, ever open the blinds. It's dark in here and that's the way I like it, plus, my eyes can't stand the bright daylight any more.

[aleph]

Wife and daughter gave up on me years ago. Wife slips meals under the office door now. I haven't shaved in years, ala ZZ Top. I work by candle light and my back is curved from years of hunching over the desktop. I have no friends. I never, ever open the blinds. It's dark in here and that's the way I like it, plus, my eyes can't stand the bright daylight any more.

You have candles?? CANDLES?? What a scandal!

The light from you computer monitor should be enough for you!

[beaker_]

Nope. Work day ends at 5 and on friday so unless it was planned, effects either her voip or stereo, or they're foolish enough to pay her levie, then it just doesn't get done.

[Dan]

... I haven't shaved in years, ala ZZ Top.

And just what, exactly, is wrong with a face full of whiskers? The whole thing wasn't my idea. I just woke up one morning, and there they were. Itched a little, but otherwise not a terrible thing ... A bit wispy at first, but things eventually filled out and got better. Then one day I fell prey to the notion they needed lopped off. And so began a long running battle with God. I shaved 'em off, he put 'em back on. The guy was incredibly persistent about it, but I was young and spunky, so I resigned myself to the struggle, and continued to throw perfectly good money down the ever waiting greedy and opportunistic maws of Gillette, Norelco and Old Spice.

Then one autumn I took a hunting trip, and forgot the razor. After the second day, I called a time-out, but God wasn't in the mood. Like a time lapse movie of a Chia pet, left fallow, my face and neck re-forested themselves in record time. And ya know ... it wasn't half bad. So I decided to keep the whiskers.

Until my wife saw them. Alas, I finally went home, and a woman whom I had known to be -- when she chooses -- the very embodiment of kind understanding, loving acceptance an consummate subtly ... wasn't.

So I drug my sullen rump into the bathroom to shaved them off.

And you know ... when I looked at my ugly mug in the mirror, preparing to mow it with scissors and a hand-held skin-shredding triple header, something snapped. Dammit! Those were my whiskers! They were a part of me from within. They were a gift from God, born of the most profound brain/body altering chemical known to man -- testosterone! Some of the most beloved men in history wore beards. Look a old Kris Kringle! (Conveniently forgetting about Castro and Karl Marx, of course.) By God ... I'm a man! I can keep 'em if I want to!

So after putting all sharp objects safely back in drawers and cabinets, I went back out to the kitchen and informed my wife of my intention to keep my whiskers.

...

And so I have my very own ZZ Top style chin now. It was rough going there for a while. But eventually I was allowed to move from the couch back into the master bedroom again. We came to an armed truce of sorts. I don't tell her how to slather on makeup, sharpen and paint her talons, shave her armpits and pluck her eyebrows. (A truly hideous practice, when you think about it.) and she doesn't tell me how to wear my beard.

[giulix]

Oh yeah, we used to have uncountable arguments about that... until one day she decided to move to Facebook's farm :)

[stevea]

Hah -

My wife writes SELinux policy and some C++ distributed network app stuff for a living. I like to think I'm the ubergeek around here, but it's in contention.

I had a beard when we got married ~23yrs ago, I shaved it once and she freaked out, so it's here to stay.

Debian/Ubuntu ppl like Shuttleworth got no mojo.

-S

[RupertPupkin]

People that hang out in linux/tech forums are geeks.
Speak for yourself. I'm not a geek. :cool:

[dmyersturnbull]

Aversion toward geekiness?!
Christ, if only that was the most of my relationship worries.

[GoinEasy9]

Speak for yourself. I'm not a geek.

Denial and over 2800 posts ... are you saying your a nerd?

[Dies]

Denial and over 2800 posts ... are you saying your a nerd?

No, he means he's a über-geek, not just your average everyday geek. :D

[GoinEasy9]

No, he means he's a über-geek, not just your average everyday geek.

Ah.. excuse me, I've yet to reach the über stage :cool:

[joe.pelayo]

Speak for yourself. I'm not a geek. :cool:
The first step to deal with a problem is to accept it.

That is assuming geekiness is a problem :p

Thanks,
Joe.

[ffspector]

Well.. I wouldn't say I'm a geek. I just don't have any friends and use Linux. That's all.

[GoinEasy9]

Well.. I wouldn't say I'm a geek. I just don't have any friends and use Linux. That's all.

Ahhh...Acceptance...:p

[dragonbite]

And just what, exactly, is wrong with a face full of whiskers? The whole thing wasn't my idea. I just woke up one morning, and there they were. Itched a little, but otherwise not a terrible thing ... A bit wispy at first, but things eventually filled out and got better. Then one day I fell prey to the notion they needed lopped off. And so began a long running battle with God. I shaved 'em off, he put 'em back on. The guy was incredibly persistent about it, but I was young and spunky, so I resigned myself to the struggle, and continued to throw perfectly good money down the ever waiting greedy and opportunistic maws of Gillette, Norelco and Old Spice.

Then one autumn I took a hunting trip, and forgot the razor. After the second day, I called a time-out, but God wasn't in the mood. Like a time lapse movie of a Chia pet, left fallow, my face and neck re-forested themselves in record time. And ya know ... it wasn't half bad. So I decided to keep the whiskers.

Until my wife saw them. Alas, I finally went home, and a woman whom I had known to be -- when she chooses -- the very embodiment of kind understanding, loving acceptance an consummate subtly ... wasn't.

So I drug my sullen rump into the bathroom to shaved them off.

And you know ... when I looked at my ugly mug in the mirror, preparing to mow it with scissors and a hand-held skin-shredding triple header, something snapped. Dammit! Those were my whiskers! They were a part of me from within. They were a gift from God, born of the most profound brain/body altering chemical known to man -- testosterone! Some of the most beloved men in history wore beards. Look a old Kris Kringle! (Conveniently forgetting about Castro and Karl Marx, of course.) By God ... I'm a man! I can keep 'em if I want to!

So after putting all sharp objects safely back in drawers and cabinets, I went back out to the kitchen and informed my wife of my intention to keep my whiskers.

...

And so I have my very own ZZ Top style chin now. It was rough going there for a while. But eventually I was allowed to move from the couch back into the master bedroom again. We came to an armed truce of sorts. I don't tell her how to slather on makeup, sharpen and paint her talons, shave her armpits and pluck her eyebrows. (A truly hideous practice, when you think about it.) and she doesn't tell me how to wear my beard.

They let you touch sharp instruments? :eek: !!

I figure the less of my face is exposed, the happier everybody else should be ;)

That and I'm growing my beard so as the hair on the top of my head thins out I can wrap my beard up over my ears and use it like a toupee!

Scary thing is, some of my beard is coming in white(~ish)! Not as bad as my grandfather who has black hair on his head, but a bright red beard!

Funny thing is I get kids "petting" my beard. They seem fascinated by it. Maybe I should put something in my beard to move when they're petting it, just to freak them out!;)

[Dan]

Hmmm. Make sure the house cat doesn't see it twitch. That could have unpleasant consequences. <..:p..>

[dragonbite]

Hmmm. Make sure the house cat doesn't see it twitch. That could have unpleasant consequences. <..:p..>

We have one of those type cats. Actually she's a kitten, but same effect.

[ghostdawg]

And you know ... when I looked at my ugly mug in the mirror, preparing to mow it with scissors and a hand-held skin-shredding triple header, something snapped. Dammit! Those were my whiskers! They were a part of me from within. They were a gift from God, born of the most profound brain/body altering chemical known to man -- testosterone! Some of the most beloved men in history wore beards. Look a old Kris Kringle! (Conveniently forgetting about Castro and Karl Marx, of course.) By God ... I'm a man! I can keep 'em if I want to!
That's right, we're the man, we wear the pants in our household.

But she tell us which pair to wear! :p

[jamesph]

I have been married for 10 years now. And she complained a lot in the beginning but now she has accepted it that computer is my another wife. Ans she has to live with her. :)

[dragonbite]

People that hang out in linux/tech forums are geeks. Computers and how they could be made better are the domain of geeks. Our wives/girlfriends (if you are that evolved) hate us for it, and we can't help it. It's in our blood. Does anyone here ever have issues with your girl/lover (trying to be politically correct) because you spend a lot of time on the computer and care about testing/using/talking about/backlash/reporting bugs/etc......?

Ok, ok.. at least there is ONE here that is in the same boat!

Just have to deal with the reaction the following morning. ;) Oh well.