Office Worker’s Anthem

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I was at a writing conference a couple of years ago and the keynote speaker said something that absolutely rocked me to the very core of my being…and I hope it will rock you, too.

It was Susan Musgrave, at the Surrey International Writer’s Conference. She was talking about when she was a teenager, and she was thinking about giving up on school. Well, you just know how that went over with the Principal. He called her into his office and he went up one side of her and down the other with the whole raging authority figure trip (because at that point nobody had heard of Susan Musgrave and, indeed, she had not yet become Susan Musgrave, per se) and among the many and varied things he had to say, he said this:

If you don’t finish school, young lady, the only job you’ll be fit for is a prostitute!

And, telling the story, she said, Well I knew that wasn’t an option for me, because I hate working with other people.

and who among us cannot feel that deep in the core of our being, eh?

She went on to say, “Have you ever met someone who worked with other people? They all hate it; the only things they complain about are all the other people in the office!”

and suddenly, writing alone by the glow of a midnight monitor doesn’t seem so bad.

In memory of that moment of realization, and in memorium of many an Orwellian moment in my own office experience, we present Mister Montgomery Burns of The Simpsons, performing what’s sure to become the office worker’s anthem: Look at All These Idiots! Lyrics over the jump…

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quiz: how Irish are you?


You’re 70% Irish


You’re very Irish, and most likely from Ireland.
(And if you’re not, you should be!)

How Irish Are You?

Indeed, and if I hadn’t gone out and gotten my St. Patrick’s Day hangover yesterday, I’d be out right now being Irish. I bet I could sneak into the Heather even now…if it weren’t raining. Oh hey, Vancouver’s very Irish in that way, come to think of it. It’s always bloody raining.

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quote o’ the day: Oscar Wilde, on Canada

“So this is Winnipeg.
I can tell it’s not Paris.”

Oscar Wilde, on his North American tour.

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another reason U2 is the greatest band in the world

The Superbowl Halftime Show in 2002; a tribute to the victims of 911 in a performance of Where the Streets Have No Name. If I’m not mistaken, the audience made Bono cry. Well, they sure did it to me.

God, how performers must love giving their all in front of American audiences. Those people just do NOT hold back; nor should they, in a case like this. This is what is known as rocking the house. Lyrics over the jump.

The First reason U2 is the greatest band in the world is here.

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ONE reason U2 is the greatest band in the world

Just:

One

Lyrics over the jump. Reason Two is here.

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