Time for Bed

Time for bed, I told him.

You know how that goes. The first time he doesn't hear you. The next time he says, Huh? I was tired of it -- the day hadn't been the kind of day that makes one, shall we say, charitable.

So from my machine I typed,

% ssh admin@vertigo

The disk drive on his machine spun up, but he didn't notice. He was busy typing and clicking with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.

% ps auxw | grep neb

And all of his running processes were laid bare, including one that said "Explorer". I looked over at him, giving him another chance. He continued typing and clicking, eyes glued to the screen. I looked back at my screen and typed,

% sudo kill 557

I turned my head to face him before I hit Return. A character was moving around the screen. He was typing a message in some dialog with another character whom he was helping.

I hit Return, and Explorer was gone.

He didn't notice at first. I caught him in mid-sentence. When he looked up, his eyes widened, and he gasped, "Ah!" A second later he looked over at me. Without missing a beat, he stood up and went into the bathroom.

I stood up and went to make his lunch.

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