Perform will be how we clear Unending Coil. Bahamut will be the Simon Cowell of Eorzean Idol and if he thinks your song is shit, he'll Akh Morn you.

You know, it's a funny thing, relationships. I understand exactly what you are talking about here, but I also have it from the other side. That is, I grew up being taught by my deep-south mom to be very giving and attentive to a man. However, being a Gen-Xer, society told me to wait for the guy to make the first move. That he must do all the romantic work to "win me", and to never ever, on pain of becoming an old hag virginal spinster, never initiate intimacies of any kind. Should I do so, I would be considered "needy", or even worse, a total slut. This was back when Fiona Apple's "Criminal" video had people clutching their pearls. All that aside, once engaged to the man who would become my amazing husband, I learned in a hurry that men do not get a great deal of kudos outside of sports activities or work. I will never forget the first time I rather absentmindedly massaged my husband's right hand as he was driving. At the time he was a journeyman roofer and worked very hard, long hours. He was driving a three-on a-tree Chevy back to my college to drop me off after a weekend together and part way through the trip I started to rub his right hand. Somewhere along the way, mid-hand massage, I complimented him on his work-ethic and leadership qualities. I was deeply involved in working on his hand and didn't notice for a bit that he was very quiet. I looked up into his face and he was just staring out at the road in front of us with water rising in his eyes. The look on his face shocked me and I asked if I had hurt him. He said, "no." Paused, was quiet for about a mile. Then, "I never knew my hand could feel this good, or that someone even noticed me outside my boss." His words kind of broke my heart.

I can describe to you for hours how a computer program or game or website works. I can show you fancy diagrams, charts, read books to you, answer every question that you could possibly have, but until you write a single line of code, you will never understand how computers really work.

...my definition of an expert is somebody who knows more and more about less and less until the moment he knows everything about nothing.

Just go into a hair salon and ask for your hair thinned and every time the stylist says "done" respond with "more". By the time she has broken down in tears you'll have both trump's hair and his way with women