Wednesday, February 27, 2002
I'm going back to my geek roots, I think it's some sort of life crisis thing. Not a mid-life crisis, I haven't hit that age yet, more third-of-life (I reckon 96 is a good age). I'll save the fast cars and young women until then, for now I've started buying models and RPG games. This is stuff I haven't touched since my teens, I thought I'd grown out of it.
Ah well. Anyone for a game of Car Wars?
Anyway, quite enough of that. Here's Page 27 of Bulletproof Poets and another bit of The Eliza Effect-
Data_Protection:
Paul returned, reading a sheet of paper. Despite being engrossed in the information, he managed to side-step the various obstacles and find his seat.
�Where�ve you been?�
�I was walking past George�s desk and his e-mail was open. He had Sarah�s CV up on it.� He flicked to the second page, �Quite impressive.�
�You fancy her don�t you?�
�There�d be something wrong with me if I didn�t. It�s not like I�m going to do anything about it. She�ll have a boyfriend. It�s Company policy not to employ single women. Hell, even the ones I don�t fancy have got boyfriends.�
�There must be some who are single.�
�Name one.�
Mike thought about this for a while, then went back to typing. It was lunchtime before he thought of an answer. �Judy Price.�
�Sorry?�
�Judy Price, in accounting. She�s single.�
�She�s a lesbian.�
�Oh. No wonder I didn�t get anywhere at the Christmas party." He stared at code for a while, contemplating the placement of a loop. "I bought her three drinks. Are you sure she�s a dyke?�
�Maybe she wasn�t before the Christmas party, but she certainly is now.�
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Ah well. Anyone for a game of Car Wars?
Anyway, quite enough of that. Here's Page 27 of Bulletproof Poets and another bit of The Eliza Effect-
Data_Protection:
Paul returned, reading a sheet of paper. Despite being engrossed in the information, he managed to side-step the various obstacles and find his seat.
�Where�ve you been?�
�I was walking past George�s desk and his e-mail was open. He had Sarah�s CV up on it.� He flicked to the second page, �Quite impressive.�
�You fancy her don�t you?�
�There�d be something wrong with me if I didn�t. It�s not like I�m going to do anything about it. She�ll have a boyfriend. It�s Company policy not to employ single women. Hell, even the ones I don�t fancy have got boyfriends.�
�There must be some who are single.�
�Name one.�
Mike thought about this for a while, then went back to typing. It was lunchtime before he thought of an answer. �Judy Price.�
�Sorry?�
�Judy Price, in accounting. She�s single.�
�She�s a lesbian.�
�Oh. No wonder I didn�t get anywhere at the Christmas party." He stared at code for a while, contemplating the placement of a loop. "I bought her three drinks. Are you sure she�s a dyke?�
�Maybe she wasn�t before the Christmas party, but she certainly is now.�
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Tuesday, February 26, 2002
Page 26 It's heading for a rather abrupt ending, which was sort of planned. I'll be putting in a bit more foreshadowing in the finished version, and fleshing out the relationships within the band and between the singer and interviewer.
Another snippet of The Eliza Effect tomorrow.
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Monday, February 25, 2002
Page 25 of Bulletproof Poets. I finished the roughs on Saturday. It comes out to a nice round 28 pages, a perfect fit. I'm starting on finished art this week, rather than waiting for the mythical day when I leave work.
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Sunday, February 24, 2002
I should be out on a training ride for the Bogle (under a fortnight to go), but the weather is awful. I've spent three days playing GT3. Next week I'm renting State of Emergency, to try it out. But, from the pre publicity alone, I think that's just a formality before I buy it.
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Saturday, February 23, 2002
Repost, my server's case sensitive, so the first time I put these links up, it couldn't find them. Page 22 of Bulletproof Poets and Page 23.
And Page 24.
It's a bit embarassing, because usually I check the links right after posting.
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And Page 24.
It's a bit embarassing, because usually I check the links right after posting.
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Thursday, February 21, 2002
Let's see, Page 21 of Bulletproof Poets.
And quite a large chunk of The Eliza Effect-
Professionals:
�We run an informal ship here. Everyone calls me George, so call me George.� Sarah nodded dumbly at the mandate. He had talked at her for twenty minutes- The Company was undergoing major changes and expansions, it was an exciting time for all involved, there were great opportunities for those ready to take the risks, the moon was made out of blue cheese, whales were marsupials and lived in trees�..
Now he was taking her Out On The Floor, to meet the people she would be working with and tech supporting. The desk separators weren�t quite high enough to make it cubeville, so the view across the open plan would have played hell with an agoraphobic. �How many of these people am I supporting?�
�Oh, just my department. Forty or so. Most of your work will come from our developer boys. In fact, we go past their office first. You�ll like them, very professional.�
George stopped by the door to a broom cupboard and pushed it open. The room was large enough for two desks and chairs, a small bookshelf, a whiteboard and a bin. At opposite sides of the room, using the chair backs as shields, were the two guys Sarah had watched leave earlier. Foam padded arrows flew back and forth. One of them bounced off the doorframe by George. He closed the door quickly.
Sarah could just control her laughter. �Professional?�
�Well�.. They always complete everything on time.� George straightened his undisturbed tie and opened the door again.
The Nerf guns had disappeared and the room�s occupants were each staring studiously at their monitors. They looked around as George entered. Sarah spotted a foam dart atop the bookshelf, snapped it up and hid it behind her back.
�Good to see you two so busy.� George tried his best sarcastic tone of voice.
�We�re just running the documenter over it.� The taller one volunteered. Then he caught sight of Sarah. His gaze lingered long enough for her to feel red.
�Of course. This is Paul� indicating the taller one, �and this is Mike. This is Sarah. She�s joining the department as dedicated tech support, particularly for you two. We're going to give you A one top priority from here on in.�
�Oh goody.� Mike beamed, �Does that mean we're getting a pay rise?�
There was a moment's embarrassed silence. George had taken this suggestion badly. �Well, you�ll find we�re well behaved in this department.� Paul offered as compensation.
�No hogging bandwidth to download MP3s?�
�No.�
�No?�
�No. No, we would never do that.�
Sarah flashed Paul a smile, to tell him she knew he was lying. He couldn�t help but grin back.
George considered enough introductory bonding to have been done. �Good. Now, I've got to take Sarah to HR. I'll see you chaps later.�
�Sure.�
�Bye.� Sarah caught herself before she waved. She dropped the dart on the floor as she turned around.
�Bye.� Paul leaned forward in his seat a little to watch her buttocks as she walked away. He nodded appreciation. �We are downloading MP3s aren't we?� he asked Mike.
�We were, then they beefed up the firewall.�
�How much did we get in the end?�
�Oh, only a couple of Gigs worth.�
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And quite a large chunk of The Eliza Effect-
Professionals:
�We run an informal ship here. Everyone calls me George, so call me George.� Sarah nodded dumbly at the mandate. He had talked at her for twenty minutes- The Company was undergoing major changes and expansions, it was an exciting time for all involved, there were great opportunities for those ready to take the risks, the moon was made out of blue cheese, whales were marsupials and lived in trees�..
Now he was taking her Out On The Floor, to meet the people she would be working with and tech supporting. The desk separators weren�t quite high enough to make it cubeville, so the view across the open plan would have played hell with an agoraphobic. �How many of these people am I supporting?�
�Oh, just my department. Forty or so. Most of your work will come from our developer boys. In fact, we go past their office first. You�ll like them, very professional.�
George stopped by the door to a broom cupboard and pushed it open. The room was large enough for two desks and chairs, a small bookshelf, a whiteboard and a bin. At opposite sides of the room, using the chair backs as shields, were the two guys Sarah had watched leave earlier. Foam padded arrows flew back and forth. One of them bounced off the doorframe by George. He closed the door quickly.
Sarah could just control her laughter. �Professional?�
�Well�.. They always complete everything on time.� George straightened his undisturbed tie and opened the door again.
The Nerf guns had disappeared and the room�s occupants were each staring studiously at their monitors. They looked around as George entered. Sarah spotted a foam dart atop the bookshelf, snapped it up and hid it behind her back.
�Good to see you two so busy.� George tried his best sarcastic tone of voice.
�We�re just running the documenter over it.� The taller one volunteered. Then he caught sight of Sarah. His gaze lingered long enough for her to feel red.
�Of course. This is Paul� indicating the taller one, �and this is Mike. This is Sarah. She�s joining the department as dedicated tech support, particularly for you two. We're going to give you A one top priority from here on in.�
�Oh goody.� Mike beamed, �Does that mean we're getting a pay rise?�
There was a moment's embarrassed silence. George had taken this suggestion badly. �Well, you�ll find we�re well behaved in this department.� Paul offered as compensation.
�No hogging bandwidth to download MP3s?�
�No.�
�No?�
�No. No, we would never do that.�
Sarah flashed Paul a smile, to tell him she knew he was lying. He couldn�t help but grin back.
George considered enough introductory bonding to have been done. �Good. Now, I've got to take Sarah to HR. I'll see you chaps later.�
�Sure.�
�Bye.� Sarah caught herself before she waved. She dropped the dart on the floor as she turned around.
�Bye.� Paul leaned forward in his seat a little to watch her buttocks as she walked away. He nodded appreciation. �We are downloading MP3s aren't we?� he asked Mike.
�We were, then they beefed up the firewall.�
�How much did we get in the end?�
�Oh, only a couple of Gigs worth.�
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Wednesday, February 20, 2002
Check out the Seeds scrapbook. There's not a lot in it right now, but this is an on and off thing.
Page twenty of Bulletproof Poets. I've got a few crowd shots from the NME Awards Tour, and I'll be tracing those for inclusion in a few of the pages.
Expect a 'blogged reviews page later tonight, if I can get it all working properly.
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Page twenty of Bulletproof Poets. I've got a few crowd shots from the NME Awards Tour, and I'll be tracing those for inclusion in a few of the pages.
Expect a 'blogged reviews page later tonight, if I can get it all working properly.
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Tuesday, February 19, 2002
It's amazing what you find.I spent the whole day watching updates run. Very dull, but I could surf at work without feeling guilty (like I feel that guilty about it anyway) and found, amongst other stuff, this links page. A lot of dropped connections, but what it still points to is interesting in a kitsch way.
I'm off to put a cheesey wallpaper background on the site, but until then, page nineteen of Bulletproof Poets.
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I'm off to put a cheesey wallpaper background on the site, but until then, page nineteen of Bulletproof Poets.
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