These are the Scriptures of the We Never Learn People's Front Not to be confused with the People of the We Never Learn Front, or the Front of the People Who Never Learn, or that mangy chap in the corner over there. with ever flowing strokes will, scribe of the WNLPF

Episode 1: Another 12 hours

The assignment called for us to pass parameters using the Macintosh System Stack. For those of you who don't understand the ramifications right off, I'll give you a little analogy. Imagine having to slice vegetables with a blindfold and a ginzu knife.... one wrong move, and suddenly you're missing something. Thus this assignment donned the name The System Stack of Babel (in reference to the tower of Babel, an attempt by Mankind to build a tower to Heaven which was inevitably smote by God in the Old Testament).

8:00 pm:

we enter ready to build the macintosh system stack of babel

no more deangelc. while {top != god's basement} { ++t; brick= brick next; }

while viens has opened the channels of communication with god, bunkerja is busy destroying the images of baal, i.e. the Mac OS. and will was beginning to learn to spell his name in a foreign tongue.

our previous function of 9:00 was directed the wrong way. we were in fact digging a pit.

satan has taken possession of the venerable demigod Quadra. and the archangel OCF has taken sides with him in battle. only a miraculous appearance by the supreme forces of the allied commander Haj can again turn the tieds of war and help save the tower.

our architect bunker has departed to return, we hope, with reinforcements to account for the fallen angel Quadra. viens, will and haj battle on in his absence.

system reboot, viens has gotten no where. will is giggling mirthlessly. haj is cheering. unbeknowest to us, bunker and his armies have beeen trapped outside on the other side of locked doors.

yeah, it's 3 oclock, really.

we are now entering that one wierd hour betwen night and day. we are weary. the demands of construction and war have fallen upon our wracked frames and decaying minds. will swears he saw cockroaches.

somebody somewhere is waking up to a bowl of cornflakes in the Illinois farm.

we pray to the cs muses that our attempts here are not seen as a display. the machines are machines are spewing spewing.

through some miracle of fate, chris and haj are "done". hasta, viensc.

bunkerja and will are still programming furiously. at this point, there is very little brain activity involved and the code tends to have fascinating undocumented "features".

8 am. for some, the end is in site. there are still inherent problems with the code. the system stack is stable and appears not to be the problem. but only the shadow knows what the problem is....

will and bunker shut down the machines that are still alive, quietly say a prayer to the CS muses, and head off to Dunkin Donuts for a coffee in preparation for the 9:00 Assembly class. it has been a long night, and success isn't immediately visible. if we had started this a week prior, we may have finished with time to spare. ah well....

Obituraries:

11/21/95

Will's sanity died. We will miss it dearly.

11/20/95

The angel Quadra fell from grace... and in the process, died.

11/20/95

Bunker's Good Luck Streak for the rest of his life passed away. Viens commented that he watched it as it gave up, burst into flame, and jumped out the window. Bunker commented, "This Sucks."

The epilogue....