Nov 13, 2004

"Hal, where are you when I need you?" the artist moans. He leans back from his computer, stretches, exhales, and lights a cigarette. "I mean 2001 was over 3 years ago." He blows a plume of smoke onto the computer screen."

"Maybe it's case sensitive," the muse says. "Maybe it should be HAL. I mean..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the artist interupts. He's heard it before. She knows no more about computers than he knows. The only difference is she doesn't seem to care. "Well...." He hits the delete key. He'll try again.