The Story Bogs Down
12 January 2001
5:04 PM: Today's surprising Snack!Fact®: Corn Nuts can in fact go stale.
5:04 PM: I should probably say some more.
Hahaaaaaahahahahahahahah please shoot me.
6:18 PM: First it seemed like life was extraordinarily good. Unbelievably so, it seemed. Well, "seemed" was right. So that went away. Which sucked for a while, but then there's been a sense that new things were beginning, work going on, lots to do... I don't know. Nothing specific (obviously, now), just a feeling. But whatever illusion that was feeding on is popped now too.
Which leaves me pretty much just sitting here eating ChexMix and drinking Dr. Pepper and trying to think of something else I can do instead of my job, just for five minutes, cmon man, five minutes, give it to me, I need it bad man, I'm sick....
Bl, as they say, ah.
6:59 PM: If I were King, which I should be but there is no justice in this world as the song says, these would be my
Rules for Mailing List Conduct
- Shut up. Just shut up already. Yes this means you.
- What do you know about it? What do you know about it?
- These are not heat-seeking missiles that will destroy your house. They are electronically-reproduced symbols from which you might, with luck, be able to extract information. So don't get your undies in a twist if you don't like the symbols.
- I said, shut up.
- Do not forward whole copies of a message back to an entire list in order to say "Heh." or "Right on!"
- New information is good. New links are good. New factoids are good. Unusual perspectives are good. Being the 150th person to express essentially the same opinion is not good.
- Would you say that if the person was standing right there in front of you? (Imagine that they have been put under a spell forcing them to be quiet and listen to you - often this is difficult to picture, but give it a shot.)
- Jokes are tricky. Some people just can't take a joke. Some people just can't tell a joke. Some jokes just aren't funny. But in all cases, they're just jokes, lighten up. See previous point re heat-seeking missiles vs email.
- OK, now you can say something.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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