The Defiling of Workshop Sector Seven
December 21, 2012 in Holiday Angst
Santa Claus, who rarely visited the workshop anymore, made a surprise appearance one cold November morning. Of course it was cold – Santa’s workshop is located at the North Pole – but there had been a particularly nasty storm the previous evening, leaving behind a thick blanket of snow that glistened like diamonds in the few short hours of sunlight.
The old man was decidedly less jolly than usual; in fact, he seemed perplexed. He sipped his oversized cup of cocoa absently as he waved a Christmas list from an eight-year-old boy from Texas.
“Can someone please tell me what the hell a cosmic branding iron is?” he bellowed. Read the rest of this entry →
Fine dining is an almost blessed event. The ambiance, the richness of the flavor, the inevitable sticker shock for two scoops of ice cream or a cup of coffee – when done correctly, all the elements blend together to create an unforgettable experience of satiety. When done incorrectly, it is a painful lesson in economics and indigestion.
A little window of insight into my personal world: surprise, folks, in real life Perverseus is a doctor. As a result, I found this particular topic of micro-fiction very appropriate. Now, in the interest of full disclosure, I must admit that I’m not a “doctor” doctor, but I do have a Ph.D. That counts for something, right? Right? Well, screw you then – I still reserve the right to examine any of you, particularly if you are female. And hot. In the interest of science. Let’s move on.
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Let me die in spring,
I cannot take credit for this outstanding little video on YouTube; I got the link from a friend of mine (a graphic designer by trade). For those of us who have worked in publishing or graphic design, this conversation hits very, very close to home. If you have ever dreamed of a career in publishing or graphic design, this type of behavior from clients is extremely accurate. You have been warned.
