September 30, 2005
Liveblogging the Void
Blow nose twice. From my desk, wisps of thin high cloud are visible above the trees across the parking lot. The sky is otherwise blue.
A girl from another company in this building walks left to right along the sidewalk outside my window, speaking into her cell phone. She is very unattractive. I can't pin down why she is not pretty; on paper, she ought to be.
A man wearing a windbreaker walks by in the drive from right to left, leaning forward, facing into the sun and grimacing hideously.
The entry point of a service is ServiceMain. Caller passes it a pointer to an array of pointers to TCHAR and a DWORD count of the array. Yes, yes... One so often does.
Blow nose. Dammit.
Clouds over trees have shifted. Thinner now.
Not-quite-attractive girl drives by from right to left in purple Honda "hybrid". Probably an Evangeline Walton fan. Still yapping at cell phone.
Somebody's phone is ringing.
It was mine, apparently. They can call again, if it's that important.
Nine minutes left.
Eight minutes and fifty-one seconds.
Eight minutes and forty seconds.
Several small birds fly over the parking lot from left to right.
Six minutes and twenty-four seconds.
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In other news, I too have been blowing my nose all day. Maybe I gave it to you through the internet. I hear they have that on computers now.
Vague, yes, we had predicted that he wuld praduce semilclolans and I"m was as pleased as you were to find one in the output that the subject generated.