The Qwen saga continues.
I've always been neck-deep into the soul of the machine ever since I discovered breaking to MONITOR on the Commodore Plus/4. Then savegame (and FAT) editing with Norton Utilities 4.50 on DOS. Exploring memory and cheating with Game Wizard. Dicking with PIF Editor on Windows 3.1. Configuring Windows 95 to be less lame and horrible. Unpacking and using (Monkey) Linux onto FAT, to escape from MS hell and have a stable, Internet-capable PC. Spent decades on Linux, endeavoring into OpenVMS, QNX, Mac OS/X, FreeBSD, finally landing on a GoebbelsBSD + Windows 7 combination after everything else became dogshit.
I've always prided myself on having an overarching, systemic view on things due to having delved into every kind of sexually-transmitted digital disease ever invented, separating me from the unwashed plebs with little to no imagination, nor concept of anything out of their safe comfort zone of the Overton window.
Well!.. I haven't touched SHIT since I started using Qwen 3.6-27B. This thing does everything I do, and MUCH more. Of course, if you're fucking dumb and have no idea what to do, then you'll suffer anyhow when Qwen gets you some mediocre or bad solution that you "asked" (why do people say 'Please' to an LLM?.. Fucking mass psychosis), but for me? I just specify the result I want, how I want it, and it gets done exactly the way I like it. There goes decades of "experience".
But guess what, I never shed a single tear, why the fuck would I. First, this is also one of those insanely cool technologies that I live for (and this I've been saying even before ChatGPT existed), so my dopamine receptors are being stimulated every day! It's glorious! Furthermore, I'm actually one of those lucky human beings who has actual grass to touch (and very much like doing so), so I have more time and energy to do just that.
And guess what? All of these things that are now abstracted away as we finally enter the long-prophesized "Computer, do thing for me!"-age, all of them are worth exactly ZERO. I am specifically not talking about coding here, coding for fun is great. But everything else around it basically shouldn't (perceptibly) exist at all. Live life for the joy, not the suck.
Be serious, and think about it. For example, someone invented autoconf to deal with stuff, and it was even more horrible than before. Then automake got added, and it was all over. After some 15 years of suffering, someone created CMake, which took away some of the edge of the abysmal feeling of executing trillions of shell command just to finally arrive at "gcc -O2 source.c", but CMake itself became an incomprehensible mess of files, depending on the ever increasing floor of C++ revisions, just to do the exact same thing as autoshit did! Well who the FUCK wants to deal with all that?! And if someone can, is being able to shovel shit from one place to another an actual knowledge worthy of learning in our brief existence?
If you think "yes", kill yourself.
All of these things were invented before someone thought "well that other guy sure is dumb, I'll create something either to shame him or help him", and so, complexity upon complexity has been created because dumb lamers "should be" (?) onboarded. For uh, (((some reason))).
And now it all fucking goes away, FINALLY! Open models running at home are first and foremost the harbingers of destruction for the open-source bikeshedding movement, erasing away and equalizing your shitty thoughts and politics about how OS components should be and behave, like you've never had a single thought of them which was worth anything. And you never did, of course, holy shit everything is dumb and shit. All your Python, JS, Rust, cargo, ninja, whatever buzzwords are simply meaningless trinkets I can wipe away and exchange at my heart's content, and have my own, better way rule WITHOUT the need to learn (or even think about for more than 1 minute) about your pile of shit that you and your mangina were so passionate about.
Erasing systemd has never been more easier, and I'm struggling to come up with a better selling point here, at the end of this rant.
"I don't know the future. I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell you how it's going to begin."