Cell Out

Rene (friend at work) had her cell phone go out on Friday, which got me thinking.  Ever since the inception of the cell phone, no one knows anybody's phone number these days.  The only people that still know other people's phone numbers are those who are cell phone hold-outs.  And that's only because they end up dialing everybody's number 50 times.  Hell, beyond the phone number of the house I grew up in, I don't even know the [cell] phone numbers of any members of my immediate family!  You'd think that by shifting the storage of all this information from our brains to another medium would free up a bit of mental capacity for something more worthwhile, but it's probably just making room for the brain cancer that's coming, courtesy of the cell phone.

Leave your legacy behind
 
Ah, Senior Wills; remember those things?  I think it would be great if people wrote something similar every time they left a job.  One final chance to let everybody know what they thought of their fellow employees and just how much they enjoyed seeing them every day at work or how much they wanted to shove someone else's head through a monitor; whatever fits.  Leave the document behind on the last day; perhaps in a desk drawer.  Then, the following day, everybody would meet in a big conference room to hear what they had to say.  That's one meeting I'd be sure to attend!

Bad Eats

Bad porn is such a waste of time. It's like going to someone's house for dinner and being served something you don't really care for. The only option, whether you accept it or not, is to eat it anyway. So you start eating and, just as expected, you don't really enjoy it, but you continue on, hoping that it will get better and you'll like it, but that never happens. When all is said and done, you leave, full, yet unsatisfied.

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