Would anybody mind if I annihilated my self? (Not "myself", mind you. Just that part of me that makes me me.) Isn't that what Nirvana is?
I mean, this personality hasn't really worked out, so I can't really think of any other way to pitch it and get a new one installed.
Not like I'm using it much, anyway.
I'm mad at everyone at my office who works above me. Remember last week when I talked about the fake news story I wrote to promote that week's motivational initiative? Well, we hit it (yay us) and I wrote a follow-up Sunday night. I was ready to plaster the walls with it, there and then. But I was instructed that it would be held for the inaugural issue of the building newsletter which MIGHT be out on Friday. I'd wager it will probably be next Friday instead. Which means it will see print almost two weeks after what it's reporting on.
Fuck that. It was never meant for the higher-ups. It was meant, lo-fi and memelike, for those at the lowest levels of production: the interviewer-slaves. It had nothing to do with the higher-ups, but they want it so they can make themselves look good. Fuck that, and fuck them, and I'd better stop before I get even more frothingly Marxist.
Today's Link Of The Day is unabashedly stolen from Romanesko's Obscure Store and reading room. One wonders if it was really an accident… http://www.sun-sentinel.com/news/local/broward/sfl-king0116.story?coll=sfla%2Dnews%2Dbroward
1/17/2002 4:43 AM