The trip to New Jersey had been easier than I had been worried about. You don't need id get a train ticket, unlike air, and teleporting across the border was quite simple. The biggest headache was the cold when I had to make those brief trips outdoors. Ottawa'd just gone into a deep freeze and most of Hex's outfits aren't designed for warmth.
They aren't designed for modesty either, which is something of a problem for someone who's self image is that of a nerdy little shrimp who'd done his best not to be noticed all through grade school. Thankfully Hexane's about the same height that I am, was, and I've got a few things that are, or were, a little too big for me and I'd been able to cobble together a passable mundane outfit.
Anyway I was sitting on the train trying not to think about how to convince my mother I was me by listing the ways it could have been worse. I could have been playing the Third Shadow, or Toluene. All in all, being turned into a selfish, slightly larcenous woman with a pack of assasins at her beck and call is much better than an eight foot tall demon from the depths of someone else's psyche, or being driven slowly insane as nanomachines rebuilt my body around me, isn't it?
I sighed and pulled a printout from Google maps out of my pocket. Another hour or so and I'd be teleporting into the Schroeck's front yard.
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Personally, I wouldn't say that using exit() in an asynchronous
signal handler is an "appaling perversion," but the only thing that
stops me from doing so is that I know how to spell "appalling."
Eric Sosman in comp.unix.internals
They aren't designed for modesty either, which is something of a problem for someone who's self image is that of a nerdy little shrimp who'd done his best not to be noticed all through grade school. Thankfully Hexane's about the same height that I am, was, and I've got a few things that are, or were, a little too big for me and I'd been able to cobble together a passable mundane outfit.
Anyway I was sitting on the train trying not to think about how to convince my mother I was me by listing the ways it could have been worse. I could have been playing the Third Shadow, or Toluene. All in all, being turned into a selfish, slightly larcenous woman with a pack of assasins at her beck and call is much better than an eight foot tall demon from the depths of someone else's psyche, or being driven slowly insane as nanomachines rebuilt my body around me, isn't it?
I sighed and pulled a printout from Google maps out of my pocket. Another hour or so and I'd be teleporting into the Schroeck's front yard.
--
Personally, I wouldn't say that using exit() in an asynchronous
signal handler is an "appaling perversion," but the only thing that
stops me from doing so is that I know how to spell "appalling."
Eric Sosman in comp.unix.internals