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I love me some Windows Update

And by love, I mean hate, of course. That should be obvious, right? When I say I love something, of course I could actually mean the opposite, in a counter-intuitive sort of way.
Spent yesterday, and the previous day, working on a computer that had failed, spectacularly.
Lemme say something. I hate Windows Update. It's slow, and it's painful.
But gods be damning, it's necessary. You gotta run it, once a week, at least.
But using the program after you've just installed Windows onto a PC. It's a drawn out, frustrating process. It's hateful. It's wrong. It leaves you questioning yourself, wondering if this is a sort of BDSM sort of play, but only with you and the computer in front of you: "Is this wrong? Am I wrong? But why does this feel so right?"
And the time you've got to spend on this could be used for so much else in life. You could write a resume, submit it to employers, interview, start the job, and then quit it, all the while screaming behind you how you didn't even want to work there anyway. And you've just only completed part of the update process.
And the teases by Windows Update. There's a percentage on the screen. And it doesn't move. For minutes. For seemingly hours. Is it broken? Did it break? Should I turn it off? What if turning it all off wrecks everything, and I've got to start over? And then something changes. The number increases, slightly. And then sits still, again.
Enough. I need some time with a Linux OS. There, you can see the progress of the updates. And updates can all be done at once. And it's not necessary to keep restarting the machine for every important update file. It all happens at once, and is nice and smooth.

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