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  A Vague Unease

16 September 1999


10:00 PM: Yo ho, yo ho. Much wordifying, trying to write up some kind of brief functional description of this Topsyish program thingy I've been working on. Naturally, in doing a few test entries just to get URLs and so forth, I've found an obscure bug deep inside code I barely understood when I wrote it the first time. Which is why there's a bug there, I realize, but only Allah is perfect and we're not even close.

My office crush has not been having a good week, I think. At first I had the usual spasm of fear - over the weeks I was gone, she found this online and figured out who I was talking about. I never said I was realistic, just spasmatic. But no, I don't think this is the problem. I think it's because she's been to too many weddings and it's triggered some foolish age-related neurotic meme. Everyone around here is either getting married or going to weddings lately. Quite frightening. You know what comes next, no need for me to be graphic about it.




Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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