My Fiction

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I’m pretty stoked about a potential new partner/employee (terms not yet determined) here at Cabin Fever. Over the last couple of years, pretty much everyone but me has fallen by the wayside as we (I, now) march toward releasing a product. I still say “we” here & there, and I do in fact get to

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Don’t look at me like that. The question gets sort of interesting, if you’ll just stare at it (instead of me) long enough. Still not interesting. Well, keep trying. …I swear, some people just have no attention span at all. All right, I admit it: I didn’t think there was much to it, way back

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Once upon a time I worked for a credit union. Well, actually I worked for a company 60% owned by the credit union, but as a supposedly-convenient fiction we were all employees of the CU. But then contracted out to the the other guys…who were still, I guess, ourselves. At least partially. All this meant

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…unless they don’t. Nothing’s ever as simple as it first seems. Scarecrow, a product we’ve been working on lately, started out as a “simple” request from a local business owner. He wanted to know: is there some sort of script that can tell me if my website gets hacked? Hmm. Interesting. “Why, LBO,” I said,

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Somebody or other once made a comment about the value of contracts–those documents that allow us all to state in writing, politely, each and every way we don’t trust one another. (If you find the original, please forward it.) But, yeah, people seem to find them useful. I just want to point out the harm