Two days. TWO DAYS. (But first, a question)
So, see, last summer I worked briefly for a company that did, like, transcriptions of the news, both televised and radio, there was a network of computers that we typed all our transcripts on, got e-mail with transcript orders, all that jazz. But the guy in charge, the owner, or head honcho or whatever you want to call him, he was, I dunno, somewhere else, another part of the city entirely, but he could still, say, take control of your cursor and /type messages for you/ into your word processor and ... what's that called? What /is/ it?
... I need to know for a throwaway line in Intellectual Freedom and if it was Erik or something talking about it, I could blither around and basically try and describe it the way I just described it to you, Internets. Unfortunately, or fortunately, because it means she's /around/ and maybe she'll finally get some proper characterization and I'll get a better handle on how to write her, Sarah's the one talking about this. And Sarah? Sarah would /know/. Sarah is the geek girl in a cast dominated by guys who ... actually, aren't hardcore computer geeks. I mean, Dustin, maybe, but Dustin knows everything anyway and you know he'll be curing pancreatic cancer at twenty-one or something.
That, or building a robot that can fly planes. That'd be cool, too.
Did you know gophers love bacon?
Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off
... I need to know for a throwaway line in Intellectual Freedom and if it was Erik or something talking about it, I could blither around and basically try and describe it the way I just described it to you, Internets. Unfortunately, or fortunately, because it means she's /around/ and maybe she'll finally get some proper characterization and I'll get a better handle on how to write her, Sarah's the one talking about this. And Sarah? Sarah would /know/. Sarah is the geek girl in a cast dominated by guys who ... actually, aren't hardcore computer geeks. I mean, Dustin, maybe, but Dustin knows everything anyway and you know he'll be curing pancreatic cancer at twenty-one or something.
That, or building a robot that can fly planes. That'd be cool, too.
Did you know gophers love bacon?
Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off