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Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").
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A paucity of real-world interactions Friday, December 13 1996 I found myself shuffling between Cocke Hall and its crippled but powerful Macintoshes and the real world. But I only waded shallowly in the real world. There were so many things needing doing on disparate hard drives throughout the Internet that my interactions with real world people was mostly limited to occasional glances at strangers in the computer lab. These people were, for the most part, weary from a week of stuying and paper writing. For their part they seemed to consider occasional glances from their intellectual world into my physical world as refreshing as I found my reciprocation. I was amused at the time that they had no idea that I was an imposter, not a student at all, but a simple exploiter of facilities, trying to populate a web-based nation in the web world with a notion of reality, however symbolized, however simply a representation that could just as easily be a fiction. The naps later carried me until it was time for my shift at the Internet Service Provider. I was deviled at work by a number of things. One of these was the novel distraction of having to send e-mail to Evan on the hour about the status of the Comet network and Internet connection. Since these systems only rarely malfunction, and then only in small pieces, all my e-mails were numbingly uninteresting reassurances of tranquility. At a certain point I wanted to minimize the distraction of pinging all the local IP devices and sending Evan e-mail. So I learned enough UNIX to automate both the pinging and the generic sending of upbeat e-mail to Evan. But then as I was coming down off the stuff, I could feel myself growing mean. I suddenly couldn't abide anyone. And I couldn't focus my concentration, as though I was suffering from a brief wave of ADD. During this phase, Thomas came by from an amusing experience he'd had in the Orbit with some girls that I know but that he'd just met. And as is typical, he was bubbling over with enthusiasm and good cheer, trying to make me look at, listen to and even download things he thought were cool. But now I was in a serious post-Ritalin grumpy phase. It was only my sobriety that kept me from ripping his face off. Back in the days of Big Fun, I'd be wasted drunk as I came down off Ritalin, and invariably I'd get into a huge fight with Jessika or Sara. I noted that Yahoo has actually added one of my pages, the Dextromethorphan link page, to their human-created index. I also noted, with an indigant smirk, that they'd grabbed some of the links off that page and added them, using my descriptions, to their Dextromethorphan index! How shameless. But really I don't care, I'm flattered. Hey Yahoo...maybe you guys can hire me part time...you're already using my work, so you must think I'm worth something.
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