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Oh, and there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space with no time left to start again.
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'cause fire is the devil's only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage my hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in Hell could break that Satan's spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite,
I saw Satan laughing with delight, the day the music died.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Feel the love

Well, for a time, I didn't have any vinyl job-jackets on my desk. Yesterday my time sheet was a single page. I was begining to feel neglected. This wasn't a bad thing.

I was beginning to get caught up on all those, "when you have a spare moment" tasks. I was starting to put my head around getting my long neglected job notes (how to do Steve's job if he's ever hit by a bus) going.

They've corrected this for now. Feel the love. Zero to buried in three minutes. Sometimes not only does love hurt, but stinks.

5 comments:

Camille Alexa said...

Well, for a time, I didn't have any vinyl job-jackets on my desk.


Steve, I read this three times as "vinyl knob-jackets". I couldn't get past that. Got a couple kooky mental images before I read it correctly.

Don't let that love hurt too bad: those knob-jackets can be killers, and vinyl doesn't breathe.

Steve Buchheit said...

knob-jackets. Ha! I like it. I say, free knob-jackets for the third-world! Oh, wait. Maybe I should say that so loud.

As an update. The love just keeps piling on.

ThatGreenyFlower said...

Is it really love, Steve? It don't sound like love to me.

To bastardize an old song, "If that's love, then grits ain't groceries, chicks ain't poultry, and Mona Lisa was a man."

*Sigh.* I have lots of "love" waiting for me, too...

Steve Buchheit said...

Okay, it's a love that involves angry sex. I don't recommend it.

At the end of the day I had to leave with two jobs due today left undone (thems the breaks) and one plate job for tomorrow. Considering the load that got dumped on me late morning, that wasn't bad. Of course, you're not judged by what you get done right, but what is left undone or is wrong. All three of those jobs are at least an hour's worth of work.

So, tomorrow unto the breech once more, dear friends.

Camille Alexa said...

Okay, it's a love that involves angry sex. I don't recommend it.

HA!