1 August 1999
Goodbye, Allen

    Booting this laptop up when it has been shut down or has crashed sometimes takes as long as two weeks.  It's a mystery, but more often than not, the damned thing just won't power up, at all.  Night after night I am jabbing and stabbing at the power button, until finally success, and after that I do not power it down again, but rather set it to standby.
    The thing that does the trick is different every time.  Once it was flicking the little stick sort of thing that senses whether the laptop is closed or not.  Once it was taking out all the drives and putting them all back in.  This time it was setting the whole thing on its right side and shaking it.
    Voodoo computing can get old quick.

    I am told that Allen Tottavich was a hoax, by the person who claims to have made him up.  I can believe in his nonexistence as easily as his existence.  He's been gone from the net roughly a year now so what does it matter whether he was real or not.
    Either way, real and gone or fake and gone, I am disappointed.  As I explained to this person, my friends on the net are simply my friends, and it has often come to pass that I've gotten the chance to meet them.  I would have wanted to see Allen when I went to Vancouver, had he been reachable.
    This person didn't seem to give a damn about my feelings.  This person didn't seem to be aware that people could even be hurt by deception.  This person didn't really mention much at all except the public's reaction to his figure and how it made him feel and how it impacted his life.  There was not only not the slightest tone of apology, but not even the awareness that one might faintly be called for.
    It was Allen Tottavich who raged at me when he thought I was feeding my own misery.  It was Allen Tottavich who showed me that you make a plan, and then you execute it.  It was Allen Tottavich who showed me how you take care of your career.  And so this person was a fiction?  So, maybe so.  I was already disappointed.  I already missed him.
    I wish he'd kept it to himself, though.
 

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