I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Friday, May 11, 2007

Walkin' On the Moon

Again, another slow work day at noon. Hopefully I'll get to leave on time today (3pm).

Of course, email has been down all morning. It was supposed to be back up at noon. It still isn't there. It could happen (because it has before) that there are mucho ads to be completed just waiting in ether-bit limbo to come storming out, screaming like flaming wood-ducks, right after the email flood gates open.

It could also happen that there's a bunch of small press stuff just waiting to be plated that the CSRs just haven't processed yet because they were working on large press stuff. It's happened before. Slow to "OMG where the heck did this all come from"/Avalanche in the space of a few minutes.

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