And though I had slain a thousand foes less one,
The thousandth knife found my liver;
The thousandth enemy said to me,
'Now you shall die,
Now none shall know.'
And the fool, looking down, believed this,
Not seeing, above his shoulders, the naked stars,
Each one remembering.
--John M. Ford, The Final Reflection

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"The only thing I was fit for was to be a writer, and this rested solely on my suspicion that I would never be fit for real work, and that writing didn't require any." - Russel Baker

Friday, March 03, 2006

Ideas!

First off, it's about time somebody wrote a humorous book on what it's like to work in a Call Center. So I'll take it upon myself to do it.

Oh, and I'm working on another fiction project again.

That's all for now.
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