Bad Wetware Design

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Some time in the last two weeks my brain connected dots and came up with a savagely cool use for the Yellow Pages as a story conceit. Some time earlier today, my brain discovered the memory of that synaptic transaction and noted that the contents of said transaction have been lost.

Fuck.

I’ve got multiple backups on my writing data, and have lost very little (if nothing) in the last few decades. Once I’ve written it down. I think I’ve noticed a slight flaw in my working design. Write it down seems to be a critical point that I’m a little soft on.

Fuck. The Yellow Pages. Man, it was… [head shake]