1 post tagged “slow-day”
The polycom display says, "05:35:40". That's the duration of my current call. We're designing IP network training curriculum for a technical call center somewhere in southwest. I'm expecting the pain to end when the phone reads, "08:11:23". This is like sitting in trans-continental traffic, but I'm in a cube.
Given how much time I have, I've been thinking about backstories for spam headers (inspired by Lex's post). Appropriately timed with the day, I just received a message with the subject "The myself mallet."
Backstory:
Andrew gazed at the relic. It was prized and dearly bought: the one artifact which outstripped all others. Alien and light; perfectly balanced, though a bit large for his human hand. Its insignificant mass made perfect sense, given the device's purpose. For proper scientific inquiry, it was unacceptable to be knocked out on the first swing.
He ran his fingers along the etched symbols on the head. It was five years after initial contact before the marking were finally understood. The Dwarn race had no concept of the individual, so the translation was a bit rough: "The we mallet," or, as humans came to call it, "The myself mallet." The manner of use was clear, but the effects were still unknown.
Andrew faced the television camera, smiled, and swung the mallet.
Given how much time I have, I've been thinking about backstories for spam headers (inspired by Lex's post). Appropriately timed with the day, I just received a message with the subject "The myself mallet."
Backstory:
Andrew gazed at the relic. It was prized and dearly bought: the one artifact which outstripped all others. Alien and light; perfectly balanced, though a bit large for his human hand. Its insignificant mass made perfect sense, given the device's purpose. For proper scientific inquiry, it was unacceptable to be knocked out on the first swing.
He ran his fingers along the etched symbols on the head. It was five years after initial contact before the marking were finally understood. The Dwarn race had no concept of the individual, so the translation was a bit rough: "The we mallet," or, as humans came to call it, "The myself mallet." The manner of use was clear, but the effects were still unknown.
Andrew faced the television camera, smiled, and swung the mallet.
