Sunday Morning Ought to Have Sun
May. 4th, 2003 06:07 amAnother night wasted wandering the backwaters of the Internet, and struggling with Sluggo's odiousness, leaving me nothing to say. Yet, I feel that I ought to post something, so here's this:
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Yay, Internet! :-P
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Yay, Internet! :-P
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Date: 2003-05-04 06:46 am (UTC)A long time ago, the Marines taught me Morse Code. I became an adept by listening to code groups (five alpha-numerics) through headphones and typing the characters.
By the end of training, I could do 80 groups per minute, and would be typically typing 7-10 characters behind what I was hearing in real time.
My favorite "Morse-word"? Tennessee -/./-./-././.../..././.