After some precursory Googling something-ing revealed my “Cubicle fatigue” title wasn’t the snowflake I hoped I’d coined, I decided to turn elsewhere for my titular inspiration. And if I’m going to get derivative, I may as well turn to the Original , the Bard of Bitter Drones himself, Fyodor Dostoevsky. I don’t think he’d be surprised to learn how relevant Notes from the Underground has stayed or how ubiquitous its sentiment has become in the twenty-first century. We’re destined to keep matching then raising it, too, especially if there are any foreboding truths to be found in science fiction. I type. . . keep going
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the recent past
- My first post in years…
- Cat bites are NO JOKE.
- No, you weren’t “flunked for your faith”. You were flunked for refusing to learn.
- Live-blogging the Golden Globes?! Stay tuned, gentleladies and gentlemen.
- This Simpsons producer is dying, so he’s using the rest of his life (and money) to save animals. What are you doing?