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September 26, 2002

"O tedium, tedium, tedium..."

John Taylor Gatto says: "Even when they are offered real work to do, most drift back to the secure meaningless of busywork."

Well, that's us, isn't it? Uniquely qualified by income, class, education, talent and natural intelligence to accomplish significant things, I and nearly everyone I know spend our requisite 40 hours performing senseless acts of drudgery in the service of a mediocrity so huge we don't even notice it anymore.

It's enough to make you WWOOF with KTV. It's enough to make you buy a slogan bumpersticker, and use it, too.

Posted by didofoot at September 26, 2002 09:32 PM

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well i don't know about you but i'm at least working for a non-profit now and helping california education, which because gray davis is a fuckwad, needs a lot of help.

(am i actually PROUD of my work? what the hell happened to me?)

Posted by: princess at September 27, 2002 08:36 AM

What Would Old Oscar Finish?

Posted by: ian at September 27, 2002 08:49 AM

Working With Old Obnoxious Farts????

Posted by: tracy at September 27, 2002 10:06 AM

me? what?

Posted by: michele at September 27, 2002 10:20 AM

good morning, michele.

Posted by: tracy at September 27, 2002 10:22 AM

oooooh. never mind. boy am i slow today. and i can't stop coughing. suckity day.

I don't know how to spell monkey butt. orange.

Posted by: wiggity whack orange orangutangs flat at September 27, 2002 10:24 AM

Ah, *Kristenland*. Where principled action is a novelty chew toy.

If it tastes good today, tune into dc.indymedia.org and watch your peers get clubbed.

Posted by: now i'm just average, common, too, i'm just like him and a lot like you, i'm everybody's mother and at September 27, 2002 12:18 PM

Ah, "Katieland." Where nothing is judged worthwhile unless it takes place on or near a bus.

Posted by: no use in talking to me at September 28, 2002 09:53 AM

ZING!!!!!

Posted by: gene at September 28, 2002 01:17 PM

Oh! GENE-land! Where nothing is judged worthwhile unless it fits on a sub!

Posted by: just the same as talking to you at September 28, 2002 01:53 PM

sub...sandwich?
sub marine?
substitute teacher?
subliminal message?

Posted by: move down here and marry my daughter at September 28, 2002 07:42 PM

sub-header, subtext, sub-woofer, substance abuser's warm spoon...

have you not been to togo's with gene? have you not seen him dagwood his way to the innermost confines of a billowing tent shirt, or buy only sandwich materials to fill his new (1996) house?

then i am mistaken, the zing is yours. gniz.

Posted by: i wouldn't do it for all the farms in cuba at September 29, 2002 10:34 AM

Tent Shirts aughmmmm... (a la "forbidden donut" simpsons)
It's good to know that all of my past faults and idocinsyncrisies will never be forgotten.
OK, before she brings it up, yes I lived in my Cadillac, there I said it.
I'm going to go make myself a sandwi..... I mean go for a walk... ya. a walk

Posted by: gene at September 29, 2002 10:48 AM

Gene is a disciple of the more-is-more school of thought, true, but I don't know if he ever had his flaws itemized and given their own convenient shorthand code. Do we need a new category for bus-related stuff, Gene?

Ah, Sean-land, where everything is sarcastic, self-deprecating, and self-referential. And fat as butter.

My principled action today was buying toothpaste not tested on animals. I still can't switch to the deodorant stone. Not yet.

Posted by: Sean at October 1, 2002 05:09 AM

F1! I remember this system. Only I don't remember whose faults were catalogued on it. Obviously mine.

F1: remembers nothing.

Posted by: F2: she always at October 1, 2002 02:26 PM

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