It started with harmless flirtations with Windows 7. I mean, come on, it was pretty, fast, stable, and popular. I love Ubuntu, but I’m only human, right? I’m in a committed relationship, but I’m not dead. And have you seen Windows 7’s friend? Her name is Office 2010 and, well, let’s just say that there are things that she can do that none of Ubuntu’s friends can match.
Is it just me, or is it getting a little warm in here?
No harm in looking, though. That’s what I always say. And then I can always come home to Ubuntu. She’s never given me a virus or communicable disease, she’s completely dependable, and she can just go and go and go like a little Energizer bunny. Or penguin. Sure, she’s put on a little bit of weight in the last couple years, but so have I and Ubuntu has never looked askance at the extra inches I can pinch. I can trust her and a little bit of bloat is really just extra functionality in her case.
Lucky for me, she even encouraged an open relationship. One night she gave me root and let me install VirtualBox so that I could hang out with Windows 7 and Office 2010 whenever I wanted. They didn’t smoke my processors quite the way they did running natively, but that was OK. They tended to get around a bit when they lived on their own, so it was nice to be able to keep them safely tucked away in a virtual machine.
Ubuntu had a nice family, too. Desktop (that’s her name) introduced me to Server and Netbook Remix and we had the best times. In fact, Server and I became such good friends that he and I could hang out round the clock. The guy never got tired, never asked to crash, just kept serving up web pages and files with nary a complaint. No matter what happens between Desktop and me, Server will always be a fast friend.




