I don’t know how it started, and I still have no idea what it is.  But I’m in the shit as we speak, and that’s all that matters.  I’ll worry about what the hell is going on once I’ve figured out how to get myself out of trouble, if that’s even a realistic option.

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He was a dissatisfied man.  Not unhappy with anything in particular, mind you, just possessed of a general sort of malaise that strikes even the best of us on the best of days.  The kind of unease for which countless pharmaceutical companies have tried to market unnumbered chemical cures.  Cures that would numb, even out [...]

Henry is angry. He is more than angry, he is livid.  Angry at his job, at the train, at the jerk next to him who won’t turn down his crappy girlie-pop that he recognizes, angry at the fact that he recognizes this, angry at the trash on the floor, angry at the lady whose kid [...]

I just start these things whenever I get ideas; they don’t necessarily go anywhere.  Putting up even partial drafts is a good way to make sure you get stuff done, any stuff.  For more on that, have a look at the Cult of Done Manifesto.  Then have a look at this guy’s assertion why the [...]

The idea first came up during a DARPA brainstorming session a few years ago.  Someone in the brass asked a bunch of junior engineers in the High Mobility Infantry Soldier program to come up with a lightweight, all-terrain counterpart to the robot challenge that had been monopolizing all the press as of late.  Dozens of [...]

“Hey, Roy?  Roy!  Yo, Roy!” “The fuck you want, Gummo?” “I told you, don’t call me that, jackass.  My boots are hosed.  Yeah, lookit, the sole’s all coming off.  So I…”

The Alamut Corporation has existed in its current form for close to two centuries.  Its structure a closely guarded secret, its management and board of directors unknown to the public, its operations shrouded in mystery.  Even its legal status is nebulous, protected from scrutiny by an ever-shifting whirlwind of legal maneuvers embedded in Alamut’s culture.  [...]

I shoot people. It’s what I do for a living.  I can’t say I’m proud of it, but I am good at my work and I like it.  At least, I enjoy the technical side of it, and the fact that I know what I’m doing.  I have ten years of experience in this field, [...]

“…Mr. Rosen?” “Hi, yes, good morning, that’s me.  Uh, hello.” “Good morning, Mr. Rosen.  Welcome to The Sanford & Sons Company.  My name is Amanda Neukenende-Kitchener with Living Capital.  Follow me, please?”

Traffic was abnormally heavy, and no amount of cursing would change that.  Nor would wishful thinking magically produce an exit around the next bend, where all the Toyotas and BMWs and Opels full of mustachioed insurance salesmen would clear the road.