One last tweak, one e-mail to tech support, 30 seconds more work, and “Bingo!”
The subscription software is working now. Flawlessly. Early adopters wound up with an extended lifetime pass.
Reflections in cyberspace.
I came to William Gibson’s Neuromancer a little late in the game – I think I read it first in 1986. I also figured it was a going to be a collectible text, so when I found an Ace First Edition [paperback>, I added it to my library.
I am very grateful that I’ve got a number of folks who rally to my defense when I post some flame mail. In fact, with that last one, I found out just how much I can depend on others for insight. I knew there was a flaw in the logic some place, I just couldn’t see through my pain.
I was trying to expalin that the way the subscription works and the reason for it, and on another site, I found the numbers, at the bottom of the page.
My accountant laughed at me when I queried the office about how much I was going to have to pay this years, “Oh, you won’t have to pay the IRS, not for last year,” she said.
I snapped a picture of my ice box, to show what it really looks like around here. I had big plans for editting down the picture, but something about a single bottle of Mexican coke, it just seemed right. Too bad the image isn’t clear enough to read; the flavor is “Mandrain.”
