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July, 1991

I Hate deadlines. I'm staring at the screen of my Leading Edge model D personal computer--get an IBM clone, everyone said, so I did--but the words aren't coming. I pick up my Sony ten-channel multi-access cordless phone and call my boss, using AT&T, not MCI, not U.S. Sprint. "Arthur," I say, my voice brimming with contempt, "I hate you and your fucking deadlines. I'm going to cut off all ten of your fingers with my Black & Decker three-in-one jigsaw, put each one in a separate hea...