OMGWTFROL!!1!11eleventyone!!“Life, it seems, is not without a sense of irony.” –
Morpheus
“When I left you, I was but the learner; now I am the master.” – Darth Vader Time has gone by much too fast. I’ve been at my current job for a little over a year now, and have risen from punk n00b to the senior position through hard work and attrition. Monday morning is a few hours away (at least it was when I first wrote these words), and it’s just now that I’ve come to accept that the two people that I selected from my recent round of interviews will be starting their first day at work, and I will be training them. I blame Ric. Ric….who had to get all smart on me and accept a promotion (one that he truly deserved), and leave for bigger and greener pastures. Ric, who was Obi-Wan to my Luke, Morpheus to my Neo, Bill to my Ted. Congrats Ric! Thanks for abandoning me ;) So anyway, by the time you read this I’ll be corrupting the soft, pliable minds of my new co-workers, filling them esoteric knowledge and the occasional blatent lie. And to think that I used to be such a nice guy… Posted: Mon - August 29, 2005 at 07:59 PM | |
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I had a dream last night about a dog that was made out of grass. It looked like a cross between a Bull Terrier and Labrador, and it seemed very happy. It had deep expressive eye sockets, but no eyes. It was circling me, wagging its grassy doggy tail and staring up at me with its dark grassy eyeless sockets. Green drool was dripping off its grassy tongue and onto my shoes. Slowly, it began to change color. Splotches of tan spread across its body. The grassy tail stopped wagging. It turned, and the dog made of grass walked through the gate and into my backyard, where it laid down and died. Its green body had turned to the color of wheat. Apparently unable to hold the shape of a dog any longer, it now resembled a small pile of dead grass that was slowly being blown away by the wind.
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