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Subject: Fear and Loathing in Ft. Worth

From: "Charles McQuillan Jr." <doctorq@...>
Date: 2000-05-14

Let's go find those waterhead programmers at Cadence and cut their
thumbs off! They'll never hit the space bar again. We'll chase them
across the tundra like rats. After all, when the going gets weird, the
weird turn pro. Death to the weird!

When I first started emailing to Paul S. 2 months ago, we found we had a
mutual fondness for Monty Python. Today I find not only is JB a Varese
freak like me, but we have some fans of gonzo journalism on the list as
well, thus the above tirade. I doubt that the list will be very quiet in
Paul's absence (not if I can help it).

Speaking of the good old days of computing, in the eighties, I had a RS
CoCo and taught myself enough OS9 to try an multitask experiment; play a
MIDI sequence, log onto Compuserve, print a file, and while all that's
going on, view a directory. As long as you gave the MIDI top priority,
it worked. Using 512K RAM and two 360K 5 1/4" floppy drives! Sure, the
table looked like a spaghetti factory but now I have a Power Mac 7100
plugged into a kbd, printer, modem, ext. HD, scanner, trackball, monitor
and MIDI interface. Besides uniform spaghetti color, I gained speed,
storage and ease of use. For a minute. Mac software used to be SO easy
to install and use. I've stopped trying out shareware stuff because
they're installing files with cryptic names in every nook and cranny of
my system to the point that they can't be totally deleted without
reformatting the HD! It's this ridiculous crap that I was trying to
avoid in the first place by going to Mac. But at the end of the day, I'd
still get a G4 over a Pentium (I got assimilated!).

Apologies to the scum-sucking C++ code-cutters out there (you know who
you are); a better solution would be to take the marketing people at
Cadence (and other nameless companies) on a training seminar to the good
doctor's clinic in Woody Creek. The ones who don't die will never be the
same again (hehehehehe...).

Chuck (buy the ticket, take the ride) Thompson