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| April 25, 1997 |
Get It: 104 |
Vol. 1, No. 73 |
CLOMP CLOMP: The heavy footsteps
echo on the stairs … from out of the depths comes
the plea for help … unspoken but obvious in the bloodshot
eyes surrounded by the pale skin of a cave dweller …
#1 daughter’s project continues to crash the Internet
each time it runs … the University’s lookin’
for the mysterious virus … she can’t go on undiscovered
much longer … we’ve jes’ returned from
gettin’ “gas” … (I s’pose in
the long run it’ll be gas anyway … I’m
havin’ visions o’ Vidalia onions dancin’
in my head … ‘n I’m not even asleep yet!)
… I sit down at the table to listen to her explanation
of the problem … it’s a simple concept …
the mappin’ of a set of lines onto a grid such that
one ‘n only one line segment resides in a grid …
unless of course the lines join at a common vertices …
then given the map (in the form of a quadtree) determine
the shortest path between two points … still with
me? … me either! … oh well … she’s
been workin’ real hard at it … can you imagine
how frustratin’ it is to try to tell a yawnin’
father where you’re at? … ‘n have ‘im
say “let me see the problem” … like he’s
gonna have to start over from scratch to understand what
she’s gotta have done in a few hours? … sweet
Mom whips up a batch o’ lemon-poppy seed muffins
for some late night energy … a reg’lar June
Cleaver … my solution? … keep puttin’ in
more print statements … it’s kinda like boilin’
water ‘n findin’ clean sheets … it keeps
ya busy while you’re thinkin’ … ‘course
the lights dim every time she fires it up … I keep
offerin’ words o’ encouragement like “oh,
don’t worry, you’ll never have to do this in
the real world” … “this is stupid!”
… teachin’s not one o’ my strong suits
… patiently listenin’s even weaker … next
thing I know the alarm’s goin’ off ‘n it’s
time for me to head to the office … to continue workin’
on my quadtree mappin’ algorithm to find the shortest
distance between two points which is due by 2:00 AM tomorrow
… I wish she’d hurry up ‘n finish so I
could steal her work!
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CLASSICAL: Here’s one
for anyone who’s got the ability to play “midi”
files … if you’ve never heard that term before
then you may not … ‘less you’re usin’
Windows 95 on a computer with a sound card ‘n speakers
… I found this site from a random traveler on the
‘net … (didja know they estimate there’s
40 million of us now?) … kick back ‘n surf on
over to http://www.prs.net/midi.html … there
are 3,677 files in this archive of Western classical music
… I’ve only made it through 1,453 of ‘em
but it’s really cool … you can sit with your
back to the door … act like you’re playin’
piano on your keyboard … really freaks people out
… next I’ll have to get a wig so I can shake
‘n flip my hair while I’m fakin’ it!
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“It’s only a matter of
time before they discover my hiding place.” –
Mikey, Thinkin’ Too Hard
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| Mikey's Muse(tm)
is published weekdays as a commentary on stuff. Editor,
Michael T. Rusk. Copyright © 1997 by Michael T. Rusk.
Printed in the U.S.A. This publication may be distributed
freely as long as there is no charge. Commentary is loosely
based on actual events and may contain embellishments,
bits of fiction, and editorial liberties (lies) under
the guise of poetic license. All characters portrayed
in my writing are purely fictional and any resemblance
to any person, company or animal is purely unintentional.
If you don't get it, you just don't get it. Don't blame
me for anything I say and don't do anything I say, either.
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