She told me to post this way.. post this way..
I'm re-remembering a sector of human endeavor almost as fucked up as software: home purchase.
Oh my fucking god....
Is it simpler now that I can sign all the documents electronically?
(well, not all... a few still believe in the power of ink...)
Not really.
Of course we're skimming all the happy horseshit, of course we're mostly feeling like we understand it, of course there's so much of it one can't help but wonder if obfuscation is at play... and of course having done this before (although thankfully having next to zero memory of its special form of fear and loathing) we understand it's mostly a formality meaning next to nothing unless something goes wrong, but having not experienced anything going that wrong three times prior, well, of course we're hoping that number remain a so-called charm.
And of course what all the above insanity points to is, once again, the fuckuppedness of individual instantiations of this species, such that one is lucky to have zero trust in others given how abundantly obvious it is that a negative number is generally more apropos.
Bring it!