February 13, 2005

Light Sunday Reading

Greetings.

Before I put up the next chapter in the saga, I figured something is needed to breach the gap between Part 2 and 3. So here it is.

But be forewarned.. its a tad bit wordy.

Subchapter 2.1: I can whistle the 2400bps handshake.

"Just hook it up into the serial port and the phone line," explained Boner, "my dad's going to want it back though."

"Awesome, " said Sagien, "I'll see you on APE tonight." APE is a local Bulletin Board Service(BBS) that Sagien's computer friends started calling. There were others, but APE was the most fun. He wouldn't actually "see" Boner on APE, considering that APE only had one telephone line and it only allowed one caller to log in at a time.

"ooooooo Hulk Hoooooogan….. your Hulkamaniacs are no match for my Uuundertakerrrrrr..." Pall Bearer was making threats on the television as the 2400bps Hayes modem screeched its handshake with the remote modem. A few minutes later, Sagien was staring at a screen that asked for his handle.

OOoooooo Yeeeesssss! Reeest in Peeace, Hooogannnnnn

He spends a few minutes pondering what name he should use. Nothing clever comes to mind.

Yoooouu will bow down before the Undertaaaaaker and the darknessssss

Ah, yes. He types in the first pseudo-identity he'll ever take on the online world. Undertaker. How clever, he thought

Dong.. Dong.. dong...

The exit music of the Undertaker sounds as they make way for the next overly dramatic personality to make his threats and promises that he cannot make come true until Wrestlemania whateverthefuck.

Several months after that fateful day, Sagien was well on his way to being a recognizable online personality in the 609 area code. Well, at least in the Legend of the Red Dragon door game. He already had Able's Armor.

Able's Armor highly impressed another online personality. Her name was Harper. She was a girl. A meeting was arranged a few weeks later to take place at the local mall. Sagien, shftleft, and boner took a strategic vantage point that overlooked the actual meeting spot, just in case.

Well, just in case did happen. Shft offered to escort sagien out the backdoor of the arcade, and forget this ugly bitch. Boner threatened to carry him out the door. Being the fine human being that he was, sagien declined their generous offer and boldly went where no man has gone before.

Two years later, there still wasn't a single man that has gone there. Thank the heavens. No one, until a nice spring day came around. The sun was out, and the birds were chirping their songs of life. Squirrels were chasing each other playfully in the front lawn, and Harper's front door was slamming shut after Sagien, as he walked out of her gap-toothed life forever. A gentleman by the name of Robert Santo went where no man has gone before two days later.

His prowess with academic pursuits didn't amount to much during this time period, as he was forced to go to summer school for failing English classes repeatedly(junior and senior years of high school). During the junior year summer season, he was caught with dirt, a few expensive Motorola walkie-talkies acquired from the high school's janitorial staff, and a handful of credit card numbers written down neatly in a notebook. It was dirt's fault.

Dirt had used a pair of wire-cutters purchased from a Radio Shack to snip some mouse cords as they draped harmlessly over the side of desks in the hallway. The lives of over a dozen American mice were ended that day.

The overall damage to the school was negligible, but sagien and his contemporaries were not allowed to touch another computer in the high school ever again. Except for writing lab because they needed to.

This ushered in the age of Senior Year High School and America Online chat rooms. Senior year was mostly slept away, except for when he had to be at work at Radio Shack. After over a year of part time sales employment, he was able to save up enough money to meet another girl online, travel five days by Greyhound bus across the country to Phoenix where he can boldly go where he thought no man has ever gone before. And boldly go there he did.

Oooooo Yes! You are mine Hogan! Miiiiine!!

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Posted by sagien at February 13, 2005 02:01 PM
Comments

Verrrrry interesting. Such detail. Diddn't they search your back pack or something and find all the CC #'s?

Thats kinda like the time someone ratted me out when I toked up at lunch time.

Bravo Sagien.

Posted by: VD at February 13, 2005 02:13 PM

ah, memories; pfp and the easy...

the dream i pictured in my mind
could never be this sweet
everything i'll ever need
is here with you on easy street
-easy, on easy street, john denver (in hell!)

Posted by: Joe Camel at February 13, 2005 02:23 PM

MOO I & II. That is all.

Posted by: shftleft at February 13, 2005 07:23 PM

penny's for people who dont know how to fish.

Posted by: dirt. at February 13, 2005 07:38 PM

muic

Posted by: sagien at February 13, 2005 08:02 PM

I remember this! it was that ex-marine vice principle that busted you wasn't it? i remember you telling me that the guy had no idea what he was looking at with the numbers and what-not's. Didn't you also have some telephone equipment in there that got lost as well?

Posted by: grimrcken at February 15, 2005 06:33 AM

I had a lineman's headset borrowed from a Bell Atlantic truck. He didn't know what that was, but it didn't belong to the school.

Dirt had one of the drama club's headset walkietalkies which we had perform some magical tricks to acquire. He thought that those were walkmen and gave them back.

Posted by: sagien at February 15, 2005 10:49 AM

KLAUSER - "you know what this means? (pointing at a US Marine chatchky probably purchased at some airport) this means that I have integrity... If I tell you I'm going to jump out the window, you can bet every cent you have that I will"
DIRT - "...."
KLAUSER - "well? what do you have to say to that?"
DIRT - "are you going to jump out the window?"

Posted by: dirt. at February 15, 2005 03:09 PM

6 days? this is some BULLSHIT.

after the week i've had, i better get a GOOD entry on monday.

Posted by: k8 at February 19, 2005 12:56 PM

Mouse killers.

Did they make you fix them with a Radio Shack soldering iron?

Posted by: Dino at February 25, 2005 10:34 AM
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