what is the status of....."? I was just wondering what the status of _____________ was you can call me back, in fact the sooner the better, yeah. talk to you later. but sooner, a sooner kind of later rather than a later later or no later at all. you know what I mean? water cooler jocularity, restocking the coffee machine anyone else want a bite of banality? Your cubicle or mine? Does it matter? Does IT matter?

Ron Ferple has an interview with OSFI IT Services (One Step From Indigent Information Technology Services, an outsourcing company).

perhaps all cynicism is faux. nonetheless I must confess a profound hatred of this particular sentiment, the play acting, the pretense of actually holding a cynical viewpoint. Berating management behind their backs. Dangerous, eh?

lately i've been going to this twelve-step group called emotions anonymous. at first i was a full fledged pathetic participant, wringing my hands along with everyone else; venting my feelings. it's all about the feelings, you understand. my own mental health professional advised me to go to EA (add a t to that and you're eating, then you might need OA). I can't afford a bonafide psychiatrist, so I am, with most things feduciary, at the hands of the state, oh so wretched state.

sans, mit, con, sin, Bing Crosbow and Nothingness empty crooning destined to be another chiropractic patient addicted to adjustments sticky spacebar slack off quit your job or at least slack off after all quitting job doesn't pay bills, and bill needs to be paid or things get shut off and so on. the air conditioning is noisy, though in a comforting way; sounds like the background hum of the Enterprise from Star Trek the Next generation....

you know, shirking is hard work. irony. like a bombing on your vetting day.

congress sounds like carcass: and I urge the carcass to pass.....Why delegates? What need for delegates? Wassamattah with direct democracy? Let the people speak, damnit. Fuck the electoral college, which hasn't graduated a decent candidate ever. Time for direct democracy.

she had an affinity for bald trolls with convoluted teeth. why? oh my bog, what a question. and a weakness for eating at mcdonalds, though at times going to burger king for a change of pacemakers.

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we're going to spend money on......consultants! This is a pure admission that we aren't smart enough to guide this firm where it needs to go. We don't know who to fire, er, let go, er, excise, er, downsize, uh, add to the RIF (Reduction In Force).... what good old boys should be retained? Who is expendable?

wafting through the cubespace the chilling shit smell of Mickey Deez; that putrefactional aroma only death can produce; there is indeed shit in the "meat." I however as you may know reject the term "meat," and will only use it from here on out in parentheses. Meat = Dead Animal. You eat it, you are a consumer of corpses; feast ye on the carcass of a creature someone else (probably making minimum wage) killed, slaughtered just for you, just for that disc of fat, salt, lipid overdosing....you want fries with that?

has a scraggly, salt and pepper beard; long braided black and grey anachronistic braided ponytail; lives off of coffee and cigarettes, and sometimes cigarettes and coffee.

Capital punishment: them without the capital get the punishment.
Executed in electric chair, Florida.
~~ John Spenkelink, d. May 25, 1979