Wednesday, November 17, 2004

What Jail is Like

Working past 5... never fun.

Except in the instance where you have the ability to work from home, which I do. In which case, working past 5 gives me something to do while the wife watches an endless parade of CSI repeats. So everybody wins!!!

But seriously, folks, working from home is a great thing. I thought I might get lonely, sitting up here in my loft all day, with nothing but my sweatpants, my dog, and my heroin to keep me company. But e-mail, IM and a constant parade (that's two mentions of "parade," for those of you counting) of work keep(s) me far too pre-occupied to even think of getting lonely. Well, that and the fact that my team consists of several great people.

Not just saying that, neither... nope. No, sir. For the first time in, oh, I dunno, EVER?, I work with a group that I respect and that seems, for some strange reason, to respect me back. I care about what I do, I like the company I work for... what's wrong with this picture?

So I guess the title of this post is somewhat misleading, then... this is not, in fact, what jail is like. Although that's a damned fine song, if I do say so. By the sadly deceased Afghan Whigs, if you're playing at home.

Which brings me around to answering the question that's been plaguing all of you, for certain: "why 'Testament to Youth in Verse'"?

Because (1) it's yet another damned fine song-- this time, by the fanshmabulous New Pornographers; (2) it's a fairly apt description of this here nonsense; and (3) it's got the following lyric, which is not even the song's strongest moment (that comes at the end, fella):

"Should you go lookin'...
for a testament to youth in verse,
variations on the age old curse,
you blame the stations
when they play you like a fool and like a fool you get played with."

Damn. That is some fantastic shit right there. Hits me every time. Pretty much sums it up, really.


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