There’s an atavistic pleasure to deliberately destroying a file system. You spend all this time carefully avoiding accidentally dd’ing over your root file system (well, you do if you’re a file system developer) and when you actually get to do it on purpose… it’s kind of soothing. Even ext3’s poor little complaints about invalid journal entries are somehow pleasing to the eye.
(Why was I dd’ing a live file system? I recycled my ancient laptop at Green Citizen. The State of California will now pay the recycling fee for you for things like monitors and laptops. No, really! Hie yourself on down there and turn in those ancient CRTs while the offer is still good.)
Buffalo Exchange believes there is no market for black combat boots during the summer. In San Francisco. Goth Central. Just saying.
You know those absurd 1-800 numbers on the back of things like Doritos packets? Who calls those, anyway? Answer: Me. I was trying to buy Molson Ice and called 1-800-MOLSON1 to find out if anyone distributes it in the Bay area. (Answer: No.)