I'm middle-aged (mid fifties). Slightly overweight at 185 pounds (I stand 5'7"). I only drink alcohol occasionally. Incidentally, I can point to three generations of males in my bloodline that have all died at the age of 72 - some nonsense about "threescore years and twelve".
Funny thing - she didn't bother telling me what I might accomplish if I start eating right, or exercising more, or even if I quit smoking - in fact, she seemed rather dubious that it would have any real effect at all (except the smoking part, for which she was happy to suggest several types of help if I wanted it). She didn't even tell me what my odds would be if I did start spending money on these drugs. I'm sure that insurance will pick up almost all of the cost - and I'm also sure that some pharmaceutical company somewhere would make a fair chunk of change off me for the rest of my unnatural life, sort of an annuity for big pharma. Problem is, I couldn't be sure I'd always be able to afford the drugs, and I'm told "once you start, you can't stop".
Yeah. I think I'd rather die living my life than clutching for more days.
I won't tell you to "shut the fuck up", though . . . I can think of no greater endorsement than attention from a troll such as yourself. Now, go back to your game of "Minesweeper" and leave the grown-ups here on Slashdot to talk about grown-up stuff.
Then the Nameless One (okay, Bill Gates) licensed the GUI from Apple and before they could say "hang on, we stole that first!" hit the markets with Windoze. The first time I saw it, it was the 2.0 - klunky, buggy, performed like a tortoise on phenobarbitol, but correctly marketed to all of those businesses that had no clue what a computer was but knew they wanted 'em.
Now, it deserves to be said that Bill was slimier than Steve. He managed to put it to IBM in through the same time frame (actually, he hosed IBM down first by several years). Nobody felt sorry for IBM then, even though this was before they began their meteoric descent into becoming the overgrown, megalithic dinosaur of the IT industry. We all knew that IBM was so great and so powerful that Billy couldn't hurt 'em and besides . . . Winders was so cute and so fun! I could have a clock right on my screen while I pretended to work hard on a Lotus 1-2-3 spreadsheet open (in a DOS window, mind you) - and I could even play around with Solitaire, as long as the boss wasn't around! IBM was always going to own the enterprise computing environment, let Billy have a few bucks selling his hobby toys to computer enthusiasts.
But back to Apple - somewhere along the line, Stevie learned a pretty good lesson. He got the living #3!! away from the enterprise and started salivating over the home market early on. Along the way, he picked up on the niche needs of artists and publishers while Billy kept cranking out collaborationware to go with the new Never-Tested version of Windows and IBM kept insisting (wishing?) that the whole PC craze would go away, because anything worth doing was worth doing on a mainframe anyhow.
Fast forward - Apple still insists on owning your hardware and software stack with a thoroughness that makes even Microsoft blush. Sure, they beat M$ to the punch on a lot of nifty stuff, but really - patenting rounded corners? I'm pretty sure furniture can be found going back to the caveman days with filleted corners, beveled edges, and even a white paint job. Next thing you know, they'll be putting the audio jack on the bottom of the phone . .
Oh, wait . . .
OTOH, they did manage to make the famous "patch Tuesday" and equally infamous "exploit Wednesday" go away . . . then again, nowadays it seems like every day is "exploit Wednesday".
The meat is rotten, but the booze is holding out. Computer translation of "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak."