From doozer blog:
Well, it seems Cote is pissed cuz I don’t have enough content. So
without further ado, let me add to the digital morasse that is the
Through connections I won’t reveal, his travel pack full of records and CDs has ended up at my house. Hopefully I’m
not doing anything terrible by looking inside the CD case — I’m not going to touch the more delicate records — but I need to
satisfy my curiousity about just what music Jan Werner of Mouse of Mars brought with him to Texas.
Penelope talked a lot about how we had to do well because bonuses were “interwoven with goals
set by the survey last year,” which prompted the question “I haven’t heard about any bonuses, can
you explain?” Penelope starts in on executives and managers and the audience member (who, if I
were to refer to again, I’d call Rick Danger) cuts her off and says, “What about our bonuses?” To
which Penelope, rather bluntly says that our bonus is our paycheck, and only less bluntly implies that
we will be fired if we don’t meet our “interwoven goals” or some shit.
I think you could write a good 2-3 page essay on Zane’s use of the word “shit”; that is, how, when, why, and what using the word “shit” does diction wise in his writing.
A Late-Afternoon Breakfast (Josh)
If you’re a male looking for a template to live your life so that you, too, can have affairs with many women and
drink lots of booze — a not uncommon fantasy — reading Bukowski’s a great place to start. You’ll learn what Bukowski and
countless English-majors before him have learned: that for some inexplicable reason some women go bonkers for boys who can
pour their spirit onto the page. There you go.
…as I’ve been telling everyone with a website: you people need some more daily, or weekly, content so’s I have something to read. I’m getting sick of reading my own web-log over and over again…well: not “sick,” per-say, but it’d be nice to have some other brillant words to read.
Snippits from an E-mail with a Friend
Or, Replies from a Fine Correspondent.
Coté> I'm leery of non-Friends business... Yeah, and big company friends are few and far between. It is quite a different thing to actually work with a bunch of people who like eachother and like programming. I think most jobs are enveloped in shadows of indifference. . . . I really think American Business is quite aweful, unless of course you're on top. For the lowly it's more like being a part-time slave. I think the French have a better trade-off between financial reward and a good work environment. . . . I'm sure you'll find something decent, and if not, you can always join the army and write programs to steer missles.
Yahoo! Music – Britney crashes £200,000 Ferrari — “A spokesman said: ‘Britney has agreed to pay the £25,000 repair bill and we gave her a Jeep to run
around in.'” No doubt, ScottD is mortified.
Should I really be bLogging this?