Ladies Can The part2
load tonight, I could re-run the test in about an hour. I fixed the misspelled
keyword in the test script and stuffed the process into the background. I went
looking for the Next Thing, and found that last night’s repairs had tested out
just fine at 25Mhz; time to run them on the full-bore model, 33Mhz. A success
from this, and I could take Friday off to celebrate.
That done, I checked the day’s mail traffic. A couple of nasty taunts from
the Kennelmeister. KM was a guy in Delaware who was one of my most worthy
opponents in my favorite play-by-email combat game. Between us, we took about
half of the available awards in each game cycle, and had a lot of fun giving
one another large amounts of shit in between. The other players seemed to be
amused, too. Have to look him up if I ever get to that side of the Mississippi.
“DAMN!” Debbie apparently thought she was alone up here.
“Consider it done!” I shouted across the floor. I don’t know whether or not
she heard me, and I wasn’t going to press the issue. She had her problems, and
I had mine. I typed out a quick response to KM’s threat of beating my Alsace-
Lorraine battalion into radioactive rubble, and checked the process mix. All
the stuff was still executing; so far, so good.
Next, I got into UseNet, calling in my graveyard set of newsgroups. During
the day, the casual observer would see only low-load access to the technical
groups that most of my group followed on a regular basis. At night, though,
the frustrated yearnings of my alter-ego took over. For at least a month or so,
I was giving up soccer, volleyball, writing, and my social life, such as they
were. In between problems, I keep a minor involvement in these interests by
reading the efforts of others on the net. About once in each crunch-time, I
get the clear time to add a bit of my own to the newsgroup, feeling that I am
thereby repaying the others for my vicarious living in their efforts.
Tonight, there was little new stuff, except for the fourth group down:
rec.arts.erotica had four new articles. Either the moderator had been studying
for exams and just posted the collected writings, or someone had finally comple-
ted another series. I “n”ed my way down there, and called up the first article.
“In the Shadows of Your Heart”, part 1 of 4. Yippee! A dirty story to while
away the debugging hours for the rest of the week (that’s how long it took me to
get through most of these). I dug right in, noting that the author couldn’t
spell very well, but had a nice way of describing characters. Within five
minutes at my reading speed, the heroine had trapped her dream man in a corner,
dragged him home over faint protests, and had balled his brains out to their
mutual pleasure. I had an erection, of course, but the little beep and message
at the bottom of my screen got the best of me.
The verification run had failed again, but the problem turned out to be a
simple one. One of the junior members of the team hadn’t compiled his support
routines in the proper order. I went into the common test base, and sent off a
job to correct the problem, setting up another verification job to begin when
this one finished. I drained my coffee cup and went back to the story.
…End of the part2. To be continued..
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