I have a yellow pet rock, it attached itself to me during a visit to Solfatara. I thought it had left home, for warmer climes, perhaps back to it’s volcanic home in Italy without telling me. However wonder of wonders (and by complete coincidence I assure you) it turned up on Saturday hiding at the back of a drawer, cuddled up to a 2000 year old piece of roman concrete from the amphitheatre at Sainte<quoted text>
If she'd written that I don't know how to plant seeds, I'd have told her I don't plant seeds - I give them a burial service. The garden center has to have grief counselors visit with the plants after I leave. I had a green pet rock in the '70's... it turned yellow and shriveled up. When the neighbors weed their lawns they bring me the crabgrass and dandelions out of pity. The HOA formed the first ever chapter of People for the Ethical Treatment of Plants and have been picketing my driveway. My hands are registered as lethal weapons with the USDA. I got a letter from the golf course accusing me of messing with the golfers with an unauthorized sand trap, but they can't do anything about it because my lawn's been designated the smallest desert ecosystem on Earth. Punkin Chunkin says that I can't use my pumpkins in competition because there isn't any pellet gun category. NASA heard about some ears of corn I grew and wants me to hold a workshop at a miniaturization symposium. I bought a plastic plant for the corner of the lanai and two days later it had decomposed into a puddle of crude oil.
You are still just fussing about binary versus complex coding. Essentially, you are arguing that you don't use letters because you write sentences. That's not to say I ever thought Cybele's mind is an amicable or reasonable place.
I am “fussing”(your word) about cybele’s ignorant verbal abuse. Binary is only one example.