Archive for December, 2007

Resignation letter

cameltoe: Best resignation letter ever:
cameltoe: Dear Mr X,
As a graduate of an institution of higher education, I have a few very basic expectations. Chief among these is that my direct superiors have an intellect that ranges above the common ground squirrel. After your consistent and annoying harassment of my co-workers and me during the commission of our duties, I can only surmise that you are one of the few true genetic wastes of our time.

Asking me, a network administrator, to explain every little nuance of everything I do each time you happen to stroll into my office is not only a waste of time, but also a waste of precious oxygen. I was hired because I know how to network computer systems, and you were apparently hired to provide amusement to myself and other employees, who watch you vainly attempt to understand the concept of “cut and paste” for the hundredth time.

You will never understand computers. Something as incredibly simple as binary still gives you too many options. You will also never understand why people hate you, but I am going to try and explain it to you………

You walk around the building all day, shiftlessly looking for fault in others. You have a sharp dressed useless look about you that may have worked for your interview, but now that you actually have responsibility, you pawn it off on overworked staff, hoping their talent will cover for your glaring ineptitude. In a world of managerial evolution, you are the blue-green algae that everyone else eats and laughs at. Managers like you are a sad proof of the Dilbert principle. Since this situation is unlikely to change without you getting a full frontal lobotomy reversal, I am forced to tender my resignation.

However, I have a few parting thoughts.

1. When someone calls you in reference to employment, it is illegal for you to give me a bad reference. The most you can say to hurt me is “I prefer not to comment.” I will have friends randomly call you over the next couple of years to keep you honest, because I know you would be unable to do it on your own.

2. I have all the passwords to every account on the system, and I know every password you have used for the last five years. If you decide to get cute, I am going to publish your “favorites list”, which I conveniently saved when you made me “back up” your useless files. I do believe that terms like “Lolita” are not usually viewed favorably by the company.

3. When you borrowed the digital camera to “take pictures of your Mother’s birthday,” you neglected to mention that you were going to take pictures of yourself in the mirror Then you forgot to erase them like the techno-moron you really are. Suffice it to say I have never seen such odd acts with a sauce bottle, but I assure you that those have been copied and kept in safe places pending the authoring of a glowing letter of reference. (Try to use a spell check please; I hate having to correct your mistakes.)

Thank you for your time, and I expect the reference on my desk by 8:00 am tomorrow. One word of this to anybody, and all of your little twisted repugnant obsessions will be open to the public. Never f*** with your systems administrator. Why? Because they know what you do with all that free time!
Wishing you a grand and glorious day’.


“Resurrection” Excerpt

The ending of the last movement of Mahler’s symphony. There are 3 other parts listed under related videos if you’re interested in seeing the rest of it…

I’m not going to do any musical context talk on it since I know nothing. Nonetheless I feel that this piece speaks for my heart at some parts. I don’t know why but I guess I don’t care why. It’s making me feel a little better in this slump that I’m stuck in.

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Walking tree

He’s a walking tree, don’t you agree?

This is something I’ve started inking since a few days into September, and yet I’ve made more progress in the past 2 days on it than in the past 3 months altogether. Partly due to what I’ve been doing all semester, I guess, and partly due to the fact that I couldn’t come up with interesting enough ornaments to make his outfit as saintly as I wanted it to be. I have no design genes, yet I’m so taken away by immortal visual orgasms and so tempted to be able to create my own. WHY, WHYYYYYYY

And I haven’t written in here for so long because there was nothing interesting to report. Most of the term has gone by as I work on things that have to be done for the impending week. The classes I’ve taken have also somehow prevented me from being able to slack during class and doodle–I often use that time to finish some manga pages for the weekend update–and I kind of feel bad polluting my so-to-speak art blog with meaningless details of stress and busy-ness. Thus the all-around deadness in my internet presence.

However, in this time, I also feel like I’ve learned a lot of things. Most of the learning experiences are not purely work-harder-and-get-better; a lot of them are door-opening experiences, and I have gone to many places I have not been to/thought of before. Now that I have seen so much more possibility in the musical spectrum, I kind of feel bad about not dedicating my entire life (thus far) to it. My knowledge is limited, I don’t try to broaden my scope, and I don’t try hard to go beyond what is shown to me. I sort of predicted and understood the infinite scope of every career, but the reason why I didn’t do any of that is because I don’t feel like being sucked in a black hole of eternal search. As much as I enjoy deeper knowledge, I enjoy even more just skimming the surface and doing various things that I like to do. As a result, I will never be great, and with that mentality, I’m wasting the time and effort and trust of my tutors and being irresponsible, and not doing anything about it.

Also sometimes I just ask myself, why bother thinking through so much of that (ex. above) if all I am going to do is sit here and do nothing to change it? All I do is worry worry worry, think think think, give myself problems and waste other people’s time. I enjoy being a carefree person and what I want to do most of the time is being carefree; but as a person, I am anything but carefree. Sometimes I wish I could just let go a bit more.

Oh noes look what happened to my entry :( one of my braincell blew up and became 3 paragraphs of nonsense