by PriamNevhausten » Tue Jan 17, 2012 10:18 pm
Hell, I'd take 8 hours of labor over being required to come in to the office for no reason. I can do nothing from the comfort of my home, and with greater efficiency, at that! Alternately, I'd have no problem coming in to the office if I was actually getting something done, or if someone legitimately needed me to be there. As it is, I've begun routinely calling my mandatory office trips "penance."
"You haven't told me what I'm looking for."
"Anything that might be of interest to Slitscan. Which is to say, anything that might be of interest to Slitscan's audience. Which is best visualized as a vicious, lazy, profoundly ignorant, perpetually hungry organism craving the warm god-flesh of the anointed. Personally I like to imagine something the size of a baby hippo, the color of a week-old boiled potato, that lives by itself, in the dark, in a double-wide on the outskirts of Topeka. It's covered with eyes and it sweats constantly. The sweat runs into those eyes and makes them sting. It has no mouth, Laney, no genitals, and can only express its mute extremes of murderous rage and infantile desire by changing the channels on a universal remote. Or by voting in presidential elections."
--Colin Laney and Kathy Torrance, William Gibson's Idoru