Full or New?
13 October 1998
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I can't make this up, I really can't. I try and it's pointless. I needed to test a link to a search engine from a page I'm working on, so I had to put in something to look for. Out of the musty corners of my mind, I typed 'moon weasel' and hit Search.
And got:
MOON WEASELS' HOME PAGE
The Moon Weasels would like to welcome you to their page, they hope you can find many interesting things here to keep you busy for a while. This page was last updated: November 10 1997 Weasel News: After a long seclusion...
9:38 PM: Holy fucking shit. Shit shit shit. The danger of computers is that you can make a big, big mistake really fast - much faster than your reactions can catch it, even presuming you can get the computer to pay attention to you once you realize what's going on.
I'm not sure - I think not - I pray not - but I might have just overwritten a big big chunk of content that was written by many other people and just recently redesigned to boot, so that even old files look new. Or, um, used to. Or still do. Goddamn fucking symbolic links. So either I will be killed tomorrow or I haven't fucked it up and I won't be. I'll be sure to let you know. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
My heart is doing double-time laps around my chest. It feels like every nerve in my skin is standing on end. Adrenaline's a nice high, I suppose, but not at this price, thanks. Oh god, I am doomed. I am, I know I am.
See, this is why I worry about my job, and about whether or not I'd be able to get another one. People I know, other people here at work think I'm just being silly, but they don't understand. The secret hush-hush truth is that I have no idea what I'm doing most of the time. I have this black-box kind of understanding of what knobs and buttons to push, but that's not the same as really knowing.
What I can do is sound like I know what I'm doing. It's a useful skill, no argument, but it only goes so far.
Arrrrrrrgh.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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All names are fake, most places are real, the
author is definitely
unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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