I also have a name and it’s not about working it’s about doing nothing when you’re supposed to be working but yer doing nothing and when u finally think that u might be actually working you’re really not because you’re reading the internet so much that eventually u think yer working and thus not working becomes the same as working and then the days drag on and blend together like indigo and violet do when you drip them side to side drooling down a canvas on an easle standing in an empty room with just one window which is just high enough on the wall so that u can only see the sky which is a little cloudy but the sun and sky show in the bottom right corner and so you stare at that corner hoping words will scroll across it saying five o’clock pee em so the bell sounds and you are released from your one window empty prison called work and fly through freedom high in the sky only for about three and a half hours until you become unconscious for the rest of what seems like seven seconds and then you realize you’re back in the prison again typing random phrases into google hoping it will bring you an ounce of happiness as you read on and on and on about nothing when you’re supposed to be working but you’re doing absolutely nothing which they pay you for to support your three and a half hours and seven seconds of freedom until you have to return to repeat the same day over and over like a rerun of some old program on TV Land that you only watch parts of while surfing through a monotonous pile of crappy stations wasting fifty-three minutes of your freedom after work during dinner while you stuff your face with microwaved mush that tastes like chicken and mashed potatoes but smells like fumes from burnt plastic or styrofoam but you inhale the entire plate after which becomes part of an intricate masterpiece in the sink made of dishes and cups filled with
…breath…
java code that you’ve been writing for five years and you take a 30 minute chunk to figure out that you only remember 14.5914 percent of the last five years which turns out to be .7296 years of memory taken up on your internal head drive and if the human brain can hold about 100 million megabites of memory and recording a digital video at a resolution of 320 pixels by 240 pixels creates a file that is 112k per second recorded and if I could actually record video in my head then .7296 years would take up about two million five hundred sixteen thousand four hundred and seventy five megabites which leaves about 97.483525 percent free but my head doesn’t feel as empty as that because I’m sitting here filling my head all day after day pressing buttons watching letters appear inside a box which is inside another box on a screen that flickers at 75 Hertz which is inside another box and all these boxes make my eyes wander around the room taking in everything glancing at 68 year old Joan who sits right there so close I could smack her if I wanted to and my name tag sits right below her head on my separating wall and it looks like Joan’s name is actually DENNIS PALMER but it’s not because that is my name because it is on my name tag and she has her own name tag so she has her own name which in turn proves that I also have a name… but it’s not about working.

“If anyone here lived in the Middle East and watched a network like Al-Jazeera day after day after day, even if you were an American you would begin to believe that America was bad,”
June 27th, 2005 at 2:03 pm
How very Hemingway….
June 27th, 2005 at 2:56 pm
who’s hemingway?
June 28th, 2005 at 9:34 am
He is the president of the EU
June 29th, 2005 at 8:34 am
I suppose it could be said that the president of the EU posts rants/bullshit that when you’re finished reading it, you try and think about what the point of it is but there really isn’t one however you expect there to be a point because there are so many words in his post that there has to be something in there that makes sense but there isn’t.
July 1st, 2005 at 12:25 pm
hunh?
July 6th, 2005 at 12:31 am
i’m gonna come back and read this when i’m high
November 16th, 2005 at 4:21 am
What a comment Denni, I agree! Many of us require some time to be able to understand what exactly are the intentions while writing all of this. I think author attempted to view an effect of letters mixing with numbers in this post.
April 20th, 2006 at 1:27 pm
wait… aren’t I the author of this post?