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- From: Smarasderagd <smarry@zooid.guild.org>
- Subject: hesitation marks, deadline pressure
- Organization: ZOOiD-Usenet protracted flamegate
- Date: Wed, 23 Dec 1992 18:31:03 GMT
- Message-ID: <1992Dec23.183103.15382@zooid.guild.org>
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- Halfway up Jane Street to the annual Trekkie gathering, wearing a
- dark green raincoat in the sun after the August rain, the flames
- chasing me catch up every time I relinquish my momentum to honour
- a red light. I arrive at the hotel severely dehydrated, and in
- the grip of a vision.
-
- A headfull of Rocky Horror and sleep deprivation, back at the semi-
- detached rented so ill-advisedly, after the Incident and the
- house warming party and the pointless discrimination, hanging on
- the doorway while the Together Guy plays Autobahn on his triple-speaker
- boom box, the vision strikes its roots three years into the past.
-
- Sifting through my friend's collection of X-comics, characters work
- their way to plausibility from the meanest circumstances. Nothing so
- simple awaits me upstairs, where I endeavour to explain my madness as
- tactfully as possible to avoid future recriminations.
-
- All but laid to rest.
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- Cursing Xenix as I try to answer the questions in the installation
- script, reading "Critters" #47 while I wait for the compile to
- fail, with "Vicious Circle" playing in the background, I'm almost
- too busy to notice what's happening.
-
- With the new system running smoothly, working on my port of an
- interstellar trading game, I experience a flashback while CFNY's
- "Hardest Hits" flows from pits and gaps to speakers, and admit
- that I've been possessed.
-
- After an infusion of "Chess" and dozens of pages of copyright
- violations, while answering mail on my own turf, "The Girl Who
- Seduced the World" rolls through the capstan wheel, and I'm
- helplessly explaininng myself again.
-
- Friends suggest a diagnosis of sensory overload.
-
-
- Walking up Yonge Street after getting new glasses frames, and thus
- wearing glasses for the first time in weeks, on my way to have a
- doctor prod the angry swelling on my wrist and prescribe a four-day
- course of cloxacillin, the second last track of "Love Hysteria"
- puts a spell on me.
-
- Gazing blindly at a colour monitor, wading through someone else's
- preference for simplicity and ugly formatting, forging ahead with
- no guide but hope and warnings from gcc, quoting lyrics until
- everyone leaves, I'm afraid to find out what happens next.
-
- Weeks later, I haven't put on the headphones in ages, and the
- walkman sits in its pocket in the bag of space like a live grenade.
- I can dimly see two figures standing by the scar of their arrival,
- but what are they saying?
-
- Sooner or later, I have some explaining to do.
-
- :;Smarasderagd:;
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