A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thinking of Roy Baty's Last words to Deckard on the roof Further refinement of the seemingly endless data stream. I should get out of here. It's dark outside now. Funnything, when i first started working here and had to do ALL of the monkey work (appropriately enough, since of late i seem to be ranking lower in the IQ department than a lobotomized gibbon) as opposed to just a pretty good percentage of it i ised to get to the office in wintertime just before sunrise and never make it out until just after sunset. other than going outside for a smoke and taking the lunch shuttle i was able to avoid that most supreme of all annoyances...daylight. It was overcast this morning, but not night-black so in a small way i relived that today. ever increasing and more meticulous degrees of refinement. Only thing i don't like about the current phase of the task is that i am now having to make what seem like rather subjective interpretations of existing data for con version. somewhere out there i can imagine a comment about just how lacking i am in the competence to do just such things...sigh at any rate, it's a lot of data and i have only a short window of time to get it done, as such, i am taking it home with me, having just now dropped it in my back-pack. black shoes, black pants, black hooded sweater... walking out into the drizzly night, a half-assed shadow with the temerity to have a face on it 6:57 p.m. - 2003-02-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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