of NachOS and surReal Views
I was staring at the symbols. The debugger was throwing a hell a lot of tantrums. The memory locations and debug symbols were actually making life difficult for me. I craned my neck as closely as possible to the monitor with my nose maintaining a thin 1mm distance from the screen. It is not too hard to imagine when you consider the fact that my nose to face ratio is as high as the noise to signal ratio when making a call on the AT&T network. It was like the day before the last exam in school. You just wished the holidays started a day earlier. What kind of an instruction is that? I wondered, knowing fully well that another few hours of persistence and few more hard and cold stares at the figures jiggling in front of my eyes, I would have my moment of peace. In the midst of this insolvable problem, my mind wandered to other issues. I could as well take something simpler and get back to this later. I narrowed down to one from a m...