Date: Wed, 11 Mar 2020 03:54:13 +0000 From: bugzilla-noreply@freebsd.org To: gecko@FreeBSD.org Subject: [Bug 234019] www/firefox: (and sibling ports, bsd.gecko.mk) RUST option is no longer meaningful Message-ID: <bug-234019-21738-JxKhmf98y0@https.bugs.freebsd.org/bugzilla/> In-Reply-To: <bug-234019-21738@https.bugs.freebsd.org/bugzilla/>
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https://bugs.freebsd.org/bugzilla/show_bug.cgi?id=234019 Maria Backstrom <raterriegui@gmail.com> changed: What |Removed |Added ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- CC| |raterriegui@gmail.com --- Comment #3 from Maria Backstrom <raterriegui@gmail.com> --- When one of them mentioned a minor administrative initiative he had made, he paused so that Andrew could tell us how clever he was. Andrew did not get the hint at all. If I did not know better I would have said he was a remarkably stupid man https://bestpornwebsites.pro/category/big-ass-pictures-sites/ . "That sounds wonderful what you've done, Mr. Brown," I chipped in. "I'm sure Andrew appreciates it too." I surreptitiously poked Andrew in the side. "Yes, though it does seem rather standard. I've been using the same system myself in all my work," Andrew replied. Mr Brown, who had looked pleased and smug when I praised him, lowered his head and frowned. "We will let you know, Andrew," he said eventually. The three panellists shook Andrew's hand, then mine, and soon we were outside the doors again. "Why didn't you admire Mr Brown's achievement?" I demanded. "You must have known he wanted you to." Andrew looked at me blankly. "How was I supposed to know that? Anyway, what he was doing wasn't that clever." "That's not the point," I cried. "He wanted you to think he was." As I said that, I had a realisation. One that sent a warm stream of happiness curling through my body. Andrew was incapable of saying someone was clever when they weren't. When Andrew had told me I was an acceptable student not a brilliant one it was because exaggerated flattery was not in his nature, not because he wasn't interested in me sexually. Maybe he still felt something towards me in that direction. I put my arm around Andrew and gave him a squeeze. His naivety had made him less than perfect, but also more human, and more accessible to someone like me. "Where are you taking me?" I asked. "Well I would like to go somewhere with good vegetarian options. I looked up some places on Google and there's a nice Turkish restaurant we can go to." When Andrew had been explaining the environmental effects of animal production in our class, and his own experiences as an animal activist, I was certainly influenced by his arguments, as were a number of my classmates. Andrew was very erudite in all matters except buttering up power, and he had made a very convincing case for eschewing animal products. I must admit with some shame I had not done much to follow up on what I had learned. I had studied environmental science because I enjoyed the natural outdoor life; camping and tramping trips with my mother and older sister were the part of my childhood I looked back on with the most affection - but I did not have what it took to be an environmental zealot. When I first dropped out of tech I made a conscious effort to lower my environmental footprint, but it all became too hard. So I went back to my old habits. Taking my battered car on the two kilometre commute to work, and eating McDonalds, Kentucky Fried, sausages, chops and other greasy fatty meat - the only sort I could afford. "Turkish would be fine," I said. My disappointment at missing out on the French restaurant was more than compensated for by the prospect of spending an evening with Andrew. Impulsively I slipped my arm around him again, then disengaged hurriedly as I saw a familiar gangling figure cycling by. -- You are receiving this mail because: You are the assignee for the bug.help
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