Here where I work there's these banks of computers where these guys are working on store interior autocad stuff. Kind of in their own little world, hunkered down there, but I pass by on my way to the fridge/microwave area, so I sort of half-see them on a daily basis.
This one guy has a poster of a Hummer on his cube wall. Nothing else on his walls. Just the poster. Let me repeat: A poster of a Hummer. These guys aren't top brass or anything; I wouldn't think this guy would make anywhere near the amount needed to buy a vehicle like that, so it must be one of two things: Unable to afford it, he simply idolizes it, which is sickness at some level that I can't begin to comprehend. Perhaps every penny he can scrape up is used to pay for it, so keen is his intent on the status and self-esteem boost that it bestows upon its owner. I guess a third possibility is that his significant other's salary is huge. That's almost the sickest case of all-he's a sugar daddy that prefers a picture of goods to a picture of his wife.
This guy is my nemesis, though he doesn't know it. It's not a serious deal-I only really give it a thought when I pass by (or right now as I'm typing), but the issues of environmentalism, commercialism, greed, power-struggle, and status are so embodied by that monstrosity, that my only conclusion of those who choose to buy it is that they are either unbelievably ignorant or unbelievably selfish.
So there it is-that little dark spot in my walk to the common area every day. I started wondering if it was just a little conclave of assholes-my attitude about that whole area started to escalate. Funny, though; a couple days ago, there I am passing along and seeing it once again, staring right back at my from the wall opposite the cube entrance, and then I see it: in the next cube over, in the cube of his neighbor. The guy had apparently just stepped away, as his monitor was still fired up and not in a screensaver mode. His desktop: The Bridge of the NCC-1701.
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My pure and unadulterated loathing of that vehicle is well documented.
www.fuh2.com sums it up.
The second strikes upon a chord that I was considering expanding upon in a Blog entry of my own, entitled 'Who Am I', or something similar.
It struck me while sitting in the theater before Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy listening to the 'dorks' behind me talking in great depth about LOTR, Star Wars, and other similar topics. Several things they said were erroneous and I was very tempted to point it out, sharing my depth and breadth of knowledge with the larger world, but of course I resisted. I keep my nerdliness under partial cover. I certainly don't hide it from everyone, nor would I deny it if questioned, but I am very conscious of having extremely esoteric conversations in public about such topics. I just don't do it.
Does that make me a sad person, uncomfortable with who I am? I don't think so. Most people that know me understand part of who I am, and there are very few, if any, that have experienced all the parts of my personality, and I choose to exhibit them based on my perception of the receptivity of the listener. I doubt that's odd - even George from Seinfeld struggled with keeping his friend george separate from his boyfriend George. And our good old T-Clog may be the greatest example, performing a near Jekyll and Hyde routine depending on his audience.
I think that would be a GREAT blog topic for you to explore a little more in depth. Something we've talked about from time to time, but depending on the audience or the moment, I could be considered an athlete, a dork, a slob, fine & upstanding young man, or a granola. Likewise, I could seem like the life of the party or an uncomfortable wallflower.
For us to share ST or SW or TLOR (and we abbreviate, of course, in case someone is looking over our shoulder) with each other is actually not all that unrelated to the whole more general topic of obscure references and in-jokes, which we all truly love.
Dan, that guy just doesn't get it. He is trained to love the giant gas machine and to live life as a whore for material things. Stay the steddy course becuase he needs to see a role model like you in the corrporate scene. Strike conversations with him and see if that is what he really believes. Maybe his brothe owns one and sent him the picture. Maybe he is like you and has it up as a motivator to do the world good. Dig deeper and look through his eyes before excommunicating him.
Maybe he just has a bad motivator.
Maybe!
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