The Idea-smithy

An old post retreived from the long-dead Office Capers. It’s still funny, I think.
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Today I put my techno-greek foot back in my mouth (again! again! again!)
Someone from the next cubicle (SNC): Do you know the iRiver?
Me: The what river?
SNC: Okay, you don’t know it.
Me: I didn’t hear you…what river?
SNC: The iRiver
Me: I don’t know it. [...]

Yes, I did think of the world that makes home – friends, blog, work, people – a lot. I promised myself I wouldn’t blog or worry or stress or do any of the things I normally do, while on vacation. But two measly days in, I found myself reaching for my pen and notebook. I [...]

A well-wisher tells me,
At least find that company with someone who’s honest with you.
My reply,
Honesty. All the honesty I get is “I’m not in love with you but I’d love to sleep with you.”
Doesn’t this bug the hell out of you?
I hate it.
Then why do you put yourself through this??
What do I say to that? [...]

Eight years after hearing about it for the first time, I finally watched The Vagina Monologues. Wish me a happy birthday since I’m being reborn. On second thoughts, don’t say a word. Just listen as we speak – my vagina and I.
I hated being a woman. The restrictions, the rules, the fears of my mother, [...]

You are mine.
You are right.
But it doesn’t feel like it.
Because you only have possession, not control.
Do you not want me?
I do. But not as much as I should. Not as much as I could. Not yet.
Does that matter?
You can own my body, my mind and even my emotions.
But until my will is you, you will [...]

She may have watched Gone with the Wind too many times since she only dresses in black and white. A reflection of the way she thinks. And she supposes that a penchant for red lipstick makes her friend, a close affiliate to Bozo the clown.
Bozo reasons that someone who reads Kundera and Murakami, listens to jazz and knows a [...]

Me:
Do you want to be made to feel very hungry?
SNC:
No.
Me:
Look at this anyway.
SNC:
I don’t want to be made to feel hungry. I am hungry.
SFOS: *shaking hands with SNC*
I’m SFOS.