My company bit the big brother bullet and finally blocked all social networking sites/streaming media. I say finally because unless someone makes it difficult, most people will slack off while at work.
Somewhere around 160 Gazillion dollars worth of productivity is lost each year due to employees farting around on the Internet. Despite its glossy promise, the muddiness of internet use at work catches all of us. From fantasy football, online shopping, social networking and, lest we forget, government workers surfing the sticky world of online Porn, damn near everybody takes a peek at the internet.

After two business days without Facebook I’m four years ahead on my cycle counts, next year’s reports are done, and my wife is seven months pregnant. Efficiency, squared.

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Last night I finished my first story that came with an artificial deadline. The editor wanted to see the finished product this morning. This morning I realized I liked deadlines. Nothing like calendar pressure on the creative gene to make something happen. I once read that a Goal was a Dream with a deadline. Despite the Dale Carnegie-Amway speech feel, the phrase makes sense.

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Our next Supreme Court judge’s only claim to fame will be her complete lack of a claim to fame. If you are too politically minded and chicken shit to admit your own thoughts, feelings, interpretations, and ideals then why would I trust you to interpret the Constitution?
Arrogance + Ego = Ignorance.

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The above equation wasn’t intended as a slam towards the Liberal Philosophy or those who may espouse those views. But if you took it that way…Good job.

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A friend told me I should read Flannery O’Connor’s stories. I did. I now rank Flannery O’Connor up there with other personal heroes like Son House, Arthur Guinness, and the inventor of Lasagna.

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Someone advised me to stop posting fiction on here. Something about people copying/pasting it and claiming as their own down the road.
She said, “If you really don’t care about getting some business wear and tear out of your stories, post them for free. But remember, never give away the only thing you have to sell.”

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Never give away the only thing you can sell.

Selah…

That so pretentious. Placing “Selah” at the end of something. As if I were a Biblical author finishing up a chapter before dropping it near the Dead Sea. How ridiculous. Hunter Thompson used to put “Selah” after some of his essays. But he had a Doctorate in Theology, I think. Plus he was more than likely stoned on Wild Turkey & Ether.

-John.

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