Now I know what an insult is.
Ever since I was five, I've been on the computer. I started by playing with software. I configured all parts of the computer to make it unfit for normal use. Then, I put it back. I repeated it enough times I didn't have to look at the screen. I filled my hard drive with tools I could use to take apart more of my computer. The text editor, the compiler, the kernel. I programmed new parts to replace the old ones. I read technical documents and the FCCs. I could build a computer out of sand with the proper equipment. I could make a web browser for it, but it would be simple. It would run on THUMB architecture. The OS would be less than ten thousand lines of code. Any more, and a feature would be removed. It would be so consistant that the kernel would be written in the same language the shell would interpret. It would have exactly what it needed.
I couldn't get a helpdesk job. Maybe I should start a buisiness or something.