Progress bars. All day long, Brett Westley stared at progress bars. Sure, he did some programming too, but each code change meant re-compiling. That meant watching those bars and waiting for them to change color. Green if a project compiled… Continue Reading
“Mr. Stanley, our scriptwriter has come down with writer’s block.” George Stanley scratched at the wry white and silver hairs that stuck out on the back of his head. “But it’s a computer. Shouldn’t you get a programmer?” Across from… Continue Reading
“Now you’ll stay in at night,” Joe told Houdini, the big, orange, cantankerous-looking tabby he was trying to stuff into a carrier. Not flippin’ likely, said Houdini, although of course he didn’t because he was a cat. Instead, he arched… Continue Reading
Gil hit the reset button and crossed his fingers. The bumblebee gyrated to the near-frantic music, arcing graceful curves and patterns inside the glass enclosure. Abruptly, the bee braked to a hover, and plummeted to the enclosure floor. After a… Continue Reading
The barbarians are at the gate and I’ve locked myself outside. I’ve been trying to think of a good analogy for the situation I’ve gotten myself into, and the best I can come up with is this — you know… Continue Reading