Kage Baker enjoyed an adversarial relationship with her computer, its OS, its platform host(s) and all the Thrones, Power and Choirs of its programs. She had not the faintest idea how they all worked, except that it had something to do with storing information in light. Her clearest understanding of how the machine worked was encapsulated in a line from the Moody Blues: … You’re magnetic ink …*
When it didn’t work, she handed it off too me and went and watched movies. or cartoons. It kept her calm.
y computer is not behaviing well tonight. As so often happens, it got a mandatory, unxplaiined, irreversible update from Mcrroft last night. It has beenby, sslow, unrresponsive or too responsive, speaakkinng in tiongus all eveniung.
I can’t even backspace to correct the intteresting erroors youu see here: the missinng andf doubled letters, the epileptic spacing
I therefore givee up. Gonna go watch Nova drop some vulcanologist into MaunaKkea.
Catch you tomrrow.
*In The Beginning album