Those dead bastards I admire, they are the ones who make me look silly on a train , laughing inexplicably at a code of squiggly lines, or those who make a gray day seem far bleaker. Maybe this is why I grew tired of theory in my mid-twenties. His lips move as he continues to speak, but his speech is rendered inaudible by a passing train. He stops speaking and stares into the camera meaningfully. Brian Hagemann, seated at the computer, is struggling to smoke a roach without burning his fingertips.
Browsers read differently as well.
In coding for the Web, we write in approximations. Behind Scott, Hagemann, grinning surreptitiously, calls up a pornographic website. Check the streaming java video. Scott turns away from the screen. I am not a computer programmer, but by 1998 I'd been wallowing around in HTML for several years.