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	guess what, the product's not done life moves clockwise while i try to explain -- the tools are on order and somewhere in transit on the back of a ups turtle. that without the claw hammer and skill saw of compilers and linkers, no software is built. that handcrafting machine code one. one. zero. one. zero is for monks in stone towers who have generations of silence, but steve is anxious. a small investor writing small checks to cover the rent and the wiring, he wants to be noticed by our venture capitalist, so he bosses me around. i've become the equivalent of a perfumed handkerchief waved in the afternoon breeze -- a title too long to fit on a business card.

guess what, the product's not done