Theoretically I had time to help Mo and theoretically the bumble bee can't fly due to aerodynamics.Theoretically I had time to help Mo and theoretically the bumble bee can't fly due to aerodynamics. ``I can help out,'' I foolish replied knowing all too well Jennifer would extract her revenge on me. She'd received a package in the mail yesterday. It was a ten inch cylinder, two inches in diameter and discretely wrapped in plain brown paper. With a Marquesa de Sade smile, Jennifer had explained, ``If I lose you to that damn class again, either we break up or I punish you.'' That package contained my punishment and the warning was made by a woman naked save for knee-high riding boots, spurs and 3 foot riding crop. It was the kind of threat you took seriously. Jeff took the board again and subdivided Mo's task. ``Okay Mo,'' he explained. ``You simply have to convert my temporary representation into binary form. The base conversion routines, macro expansion and file merging will be written for you.'' And so I shouldered nearly a third of Mo's burden. There were worse burdens to bare -- the cross carried by Christ, the guilt of Judas and the contents of Jennifer's package combined with a two batteries and a tube of KY Jelly. I began staying up all night again. I started skipping class and relying on the text to keep up. Jennifer was very thorough during her nightly hour with me. |