Linux is hard.
I know this is true, because I’ve been told it so many times. Never mind that I’ve been using it quite happily for the past few years, it’s hard. Sometimes, I even have to type something using the dreaded Command Line interface.
Never mind that all the programmes I need are stored in a convenient central repository, so I don’t accidentally install some piece of virus laden crapware, Linux is hard.
Never mind that since moving to Linux, my computer runs faster, costs less, and doesn’t spontaneously decide to reboot because it installed a windows Update without asking my permission, losing my work.
So when my nephew’s old desktop died a few weeks ago, I was wary of installing Ubuntu on it until I could get my hands on an XP install disk.
I went ahead though, since he needed the machine, occasionally for his schoolwork, but mostly to stay in touch with his cousins spread across the globe, through email, facebook and skype.
So a few days ago, I caught up with him again.
“You know that windows disk you were going to get?” he asked me.
“Don’t bother, the new stuff is far better.”