Rampidbyter Rampid byter: A byte of my .Net developing life.

Dear Visual Studio 2008,

By the time you read this I’ll be dead, because when a computer can actually read and comprehend this I’ll most likely have died of old age. Visual Studio or VS as I so lovingly called you, you’re not the same IDE I fell in love with. You’ve changed, you seem so vain with your new dolled up look, and your cool fading WPF enhanced appearance.

You just don’t respond like you used to. Back in 98’ when I first picked you up it was just a fresh loving relationship. We didn’t need fancy frameworks, themed controls, and we were so happy together. You were only version 6 back then, but we’ve grown older. As time moved on our relationship changed, we had to try spicing things up in 02’ when you put .Net on.

It was a lot of fun. We had over 3000 classes to play around with, and let’s admit it we fooled around a lot back then. It was a little rocky at the start, we had to change to 03’ pretty quick, but we found what worked. When you showed me how great C# felt I was totally hooked, but looking back it was just lust. It wasn’t until I started to dig a little deeper that I realized all you were doing was just hiding things from me.

VS this relationship just isn’t working out. You’ve been hiding things from me for too long, and with your new attitude I just don’t see how we can keep going. I admit I’ve just been trying to use you at this point, but you don’t seem interested. You always tell me you are tired and need to restart, or you just sit there staring at me with your disabled grayed out face while you spin your cursor.

It’s over. I’m sorry, but I won’t take you constantly leaving then showing back up after removing all the things I’ve put on your form. I need to tell you something, and it may be hard to hear. I’ve been seeing someone else. I ran into your old friend C the other day, and we kicked things off. I started to compile code again instead of having to ask you to do it every time. It was refreshing to know what I’m doing counts. Your friends, CLR, and MSIL were nice to me in the beginning, but C told me the truth. You’ve been interpreting for me the whole time. I don’t need you to run my code. I’m sure I’ll see you around, maybe we can still be friends, but this is the end.

Yours truly,

Rob