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I Got Hoisted On Dead-End!
The platform that allows you to speak in code
It was the evening, and I was in the throes of another Pulitzer effort. Just minding my own business, in the zone, typing at fever pitch.
My partner was bouncing around in the kitchen just behind me, probably getting into the feta again. Let her eat feta, I said to myself, like a dead serious man on a mission.
My partner, slightly curious at the extra intensity in which I was huffing and pounding away at the keys, asked me what I was writing.
Nothing.
Doesn’t sound like nothing.
It’s nothing.
Who’s it for?
A new platform.
Of course she only got more curious at this point. Why couldn’t she just be happy stuffing her face with feta?
What’s the platform called?
Dead-End.
Yeah, I know, but what’s the name of it?
That’s the name of it. Dead-End.
At this point my partner erupted in laughter. For a second I was afraid she’d choke.
Are you finished?
She wasn’t finished. She couldn’t stop laughing and so did me the courtesy of removing herself to the…
