From basaburu: “La cosa es que tienes, por decirlo de alguna forma, dependencias incumplidas y paquetes rotos y dpkg no te puede ayudar” which roughly translates to “Having a mental illness is like having unmet dependencies and broken packages and dpkg cannot help you, so to say”.
And he is so right.

Some come, others kind of go.

I warmly welcome the new 19 developers (great female ratio there!) and humbly ask the rest of us to support the new blood carriers. If they made it through this, they are surely worthy of our cause and will probably accomplish a lot more if us, the old farts, make it easier for the ones to come in the future.

Where do I join the Debian elderly club?

Our bed we live, our bed we sleep
Making love and I become you
Flesh is warm with naked feet
Stabbing thorns and you become me
Oh, Id beg for you, you know I’ll beg for you
Pick a song and sing a yellow nectarine
Take a bath, I’ll drink the water that you leave
If you should die before me
Ask if you can bring a friend
Pick a flower, hold you breath
And drift away...

She holds my hand we share a laugh
Sipping orange blossom breezes
Love is still and sweat remains
A cherished gift, unselfish feelings...
Oh, Id beg for you, you know I’ll beg for you

Happy Gnu Year, Holgi! You know I’d love to be there with you :*