::NED Archive::

::2-11-03, 3:15 PM::

The great Gibson tells it how it is.

Man, matt just sent me a link that sent me smiling. I love the way this man writes, and the topic is what i call: pure love.

http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/9.09/gibson.html

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::2-11-03, 1:35 PM::
Play time's over kid. Go get your gun.

today has the potential line up to be grand indeed. I sit here at my laptop, (which just crashed really hard) in a comfortable leather chair, in the meeting room of my work. I brought my clerks animated series DVD with me today, and i plan on being kinda lazy today. Im sure something will piss me off today, and i'll bitch. god damn it, i cant concentrate, someones playing with the radio...

One downfall to being in the meeting room. In comparison to the noise level of squawking ghetto superstars downstairs, this room is pristine. Clear and utterly devoid of annoyance. you may be saying "Demo, why is that a bad thing?". Well, to that i answer, nothing... on a normal day that is. But today is tuesday. which means its a business day for my company. which in turn means we have to play shitty music for the ingrates downstairs. If you put all this together in s very long and complex string of events, it means the music downstairs has to be played very loud, and considering the room i have currently claimed as my own is NOT as loud, the music BLARES IN MY FUCKING EARS!!!

SECURITY HAS BEEN BREACHED! two women have just come in and sat down to eat lunch. but ive got the upper hand. you see, i sit at the BIG table. HA HA! which forces them to sit at the smaller table. god, they annoy me with their looking at me and such. how i loath them. maybe its jsut because i was quiatly sitting here with headphones on, and now with the recent addition to them in MY SPACE i feel they are watching me, and saying things.... things of bad...

ok, im gonna stop typing now, because these people are really bugging the shit out of me. I'll add more later... if i survive.

-Demo