Wednesday, October 27, 2004

I’ve mentioned the Brunch Critic on various occasions, so I’m pleased to introduce you to his corner of the Internet. It’s an insider’s look at cubicle culture in a high-powered consulting firm. That’s right, gentle reader, “high-powered” means you see real grass when you look out the office windows, rather than the side of an ugly garage complex abandoned by the 80’s.

“Imagine a ‘gay Dilbert,'” wrote the author, who also billed Dreaming in Cubicle 3025A as an excellent “time-waster.” True to advertisement, the page wasted five minutes of my time, but it was a good five minutes wasted. Whether you’re a gay Dilbert, a straight Dilbert, or a bi-curious Wally, the journal deserves a glance or two. There’s a universal appeal to headlines such as “That’s When I Wanted to Shove Pencils into My Eyes,” after all, and that means even you might like it. Yeah, I’m talking to you, the fellow huddled in the corner who, instead of being straight or bi or gay, nurtures an unbridled lust for Beanie Babies wrapped in silk.

If you ever run out of stabbing pencils, pens will do in a pinch. Give it up.