Saturday, May 31, 2003

Tonight, dear reader, I want you to get off my porch and go bother the CEO of this site instead. I’m busily preparing for an upcoming meeting with my Board of Trustees (by which I mean I’m doing absolutely nothing right now), so rather than advise you on matters of the world, I will induct this site into our select Secondhand Links section.

“You’re just outsourcing because you’re too damn lazy,” you mutter saucily.

Shame on you, gentle reader, for even thinking that. Shame on you! If you persist in harassing me, I will make you hug my Gloves of Tastefulness–with your lips.

To get back to the topic at hand, however, I’m not simply outsourcing because I don’t want to talk to you, but because the “Soapbox” entries are well-written. I’ve only recently started reading CEO Waiken’s posts in earnest–I don’t recall how I happened upon the site proper, come to think of it, but I’ve visited before–and I hope you do the same.

In addition to ranting, he apparently dabbles in some kind of scientific whoziwhatsit. Polymers, I believe people call it. I never touch the stuff, of course, as I leave it all up to the Science and Magick division of my company.

Speaking of science, dear reader, from whence do babies come? My Science and Magick division last told me that storks had something to do with it, but that was from a long time ago. I have a sneaking suspicion that it has something to do with two storks, though I will have to verify this.

And with that thought, I bid you goodnight.