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Disco Pat needle bort:

Whoa Andr00 in a lot of pain

The four documents sharing space in textpad are named "22199.html", "tobj.h", "world.cpp", and "world.h". One if them is partially written in English. The rest are written in parser-readable languages. I wrote them all, but only one of them is actually usable in its current form. That document contains these words. It's green and black, like everything else on the screen.



I played at a show yesterday. It was a weekend show, so people were drunker and lower-res than usual. In particular, the inter-band tension amongst the people playing that night was much less subtle than usual. Our band was pretty much ready to run up on stage and forcibly remove the band immediately preceding us when 12 midnight rolled around and they were still playing. (They had forgotten to bring a Bass Guitar, you see, and had to GO HOME AND GET IT.)

The very first band was good to listen to. They were named "Jim Greer and the Pandemonium", featuring Jim Greer, who obviously is the source of many of the band's songs. Jim comes from Charlottesville, Virginia, where he attended UVA, I guess. That happens to be the hometown of one The Gus, who I imagine looks something like Mr. Greer, for lack of more detailed information.

At first I thought anyone could be a computer programmer. Then I thought only certain people had the 'talent', affinity for sequential instructions, whatever. Now I think, again, that anyone can be a decent computer programmer, but to get anything good done, you have to short out a couple connections in your head. Maybe the one that makes you stop banging your head against brick walls when you start seeing blood, and also the one that makes you walk across the street when there are no cars despite the red light being on. Something like that. More specifically, you have to keep working on problems that simultaneously seem to be unsolvable and not your fault. They turn out to be both solvable and/or your fault in the end, but hey, thats life eh.

I am trying to be obsessed with DOING stuff. Many people seem to have a tendency to seek the path of least possible hassle. It seems natural to seek maximum slack with minimum effort. This hasn't produced very good results for me, however, so I'm thinking about the path of greatest possible hassle now. It's not hard to find. Most often it's in the front of my mind as the thing I should be doing, but never want to. I'm trying, now, to ignore the unpleasant sensations and get into hassle. Programming big things the right way is a tremendous goddamn hassle, I'm learning.

Larger scale doings mean larger hassle. Gah. The way to get through it is to narrow your field of vision to the current instant, and do what you know should be done.

Self help with Helpy Helpermann, woo

Lost track of time there and let the CD player go silent for an hour or two. That only happens when I'm reading or programming.

I had a discussion on antisocial tendencies with Brett. He really likes people, but only if they're not unpleasantly stupid or phony or possessing that difficult-to-articulate "lame" quality. It turns out that not many people test through these qualifications, hence non-socializing. I agreed, pretty much. Although I wonder what I'd do with the huge gobs of spare time that would be opened up if I gave up computers. Yeah, I could give up computers. To understate, it is an inauspicious time to do so. Last time I went off computers (January-April 1996) I drove everyone nuts. This makes me think that in the case where I stop being a computer user, I'd probably be a space-headed loner who spends all his time analyzing the wavelengths of emotions or something dehumanizing like that.

		virtual void Draw() = 0;
		virtual void Update() = 0;