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Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.


Monday, January 14, 2008

Amateur Week Continues for Second Week

MARGLE! Plagued by amateurs at my day job. Seriously, I'm ready to start collecting heads/scalps. I would go into it all, but lets just say after trying to beat us up on price, all the amateurs out there drive it up with stupid crap that we covered in Design 101. Hello!

Sorry for the partial rant, but 13+ hours because of AMATEURS!

Gotta water the machine and go home (no, that's not a euphemism).

What's worse is that the forecast for the rest of this week doesn't seem much better. And I was hoping to rest up before Confusion. MARGLE!

3 comments:

ThatGreenyFlower said...

Can't stand the rain
On my window...

Camille Alexa said...

Margle!

(That was a sympathy margle.)

Steve Buchheit said...

Greeny, sorry for ranting in the rain then, 'cause it most certainly don't want it to be bringing back sweet memories.

Thanks for the sympathy margle, Camille.