2600

[hirez]

The Ballard Suite in Nev Chamberlain's country bunker overlooks the empty swimming pool, appropriately enough. I'm here being told at some length about social engineering, stitching up managers and how to walk through unix boxes without leaving a trace. However, most of the time I'm staring out of the window at the Norman (I think - I'd best go check tomorrow in daylight) church and wishing I'd bought my 2600 and Hacktic t-shirts, just to strike some black-hatted terror into the rest of the people here.

It's hard to believe that it's been eleven years since I pottered about a field in northern Holland and discovered that most of the things I knew were Wrong, that there was a splendid techno remix of 'The Cutter', most of the people I associated with were close-minded fools and that there was a lot more to this internet business than had previously met the eye. It's been an interesting voyage into the heart of something I'm still not entirely happy with ever since.

I think I'd still like to reach a state of peace with the concept of weeks, though. It feels dreadfully wrong to have to measure one's life in weekends and spend so much time recovering from them or looking forward to the bloody things. A complete waste, in fact. 'Hump' days? No ta.

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[jarkman.livejournal.com]

Rah! Coming along this time ?