Why I’ve finally had it with my Linux server and I’m moving back to Windows
This is a rant. But I’m so angry and frustrated right now that you’re just going to have to live with the rant. And, for you Linux people, you who know it all and look down upon the people who don’t spend day and night breathing in the insane arcana of all the little fiddly bits that make up modern distros, I have this to say: I don’t have your kind of time.
I’ve had it. I’ve had it with all the patched together pieces and parts that all have to be just the right versions, with just the right dependencies, compiled in just the right way, during just the right phase of the moon, with just the right number of people tilting left at just the right time.
I’ve had it with all the different package managers. With some code distributed with one package manager and other code distributed with other package managers. With modules that can be downloaded on Ubuntu just by typing the sequence in the anemic how-to, but won’t work at all on CentOS or Fedora, because the repositories weren’t specified in just, exactly, EXACTLY, the right frickin’ order on the third Wednesday of the month.
I’ve had it with all the different shells and UIs. With builds and distros that won’t even launch into a UI until you’ve established a solid SSH connection, downloaded all the parts, recompiled the package manager, and then — while the network connection happens almost like magic — still need to completely set up a remote monitor screen by tweaking yet. Another. Frak-lapping. Ini. File.