Dave Casler
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Young Adult Novels by Dave Casler...
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You're reading About Phillip. Be sure to check out About Dan here.
Phillip is a computer nerd who suddenly discovers a liking for track. Everything would be fine except for his father.
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No Source Files
Be nice to the girls. Love, from your forever-bigger brother, Saint Richard
Phillip just smiled.
"I thought your Mom didn’t like you to call him Saint Richard."
"She doesn’t. But he doesn’t seem to mind."
"Whatever," shrugged Grant. "What are you gonna do about the website."
"Nothing. All the files are on my computer at home. I can’t reload from here."
"Can’t you shut the site down?"
"Nope. All the passwords for the service provider are in my notebook at home, too."
"Do you remember your ftp password?"
"Yes."
"What is it?"
"Grant! You shouldn’t ask questions like that."
"What is it," pressed Grant.
"Phillip," said Phillip.
"Phillip! Good grief! No wonder they got on! They just guessed your password!"
Phillip stared glumly at the computer screen and said nothing.
"Let me sit down," said Grant. Phillip stood; Grant took his place.
Grant started his ftp program. He accessed Phillip’s website using Phillip’s poorly-constructed password and looked at the list of files that made up the website. "Do you need any of these?" he asked.
"Nope. They’re all trashed."
Grant selected them all and clicked "delete." They vanished. "Here, I’ll upload an ‘under construction’ icon for a home page." He did so.
"Thanks," said Phillip.
"Now, let’s change your password. How about g7y4Q16?"
"Gross! How will I ever remember that?"
Grant wrote it down. "Here, put this in your wallet."
Phillip took it sheepishly. "I feel dumb."
"You should," said Grant.