There’s a very specific kind of irritation (if anyone’s interested, I call it penguin-rage) that comes from watching a Linux update crawl. Not fail, not crash, or even complain. Just sit there, inching forward like it’s negotiating each package individually. My system wasn’t broken. The internet was solid. Streaming, downloads, Docker pulls, all fine. But the moment I ran apt update followed by apt upgrade. Everything slowed to a polite, almost passive-aggressive pace. Like Linux was saying, “We’ll get there … eventually.” And for the longest time, I just accepted it. Because updates are supposed to take time, right? Spoiler warning: No, they’re not.
