pohl pot luck

the future is now


my job is to sit at a desk and wait for people to call in because their network is broken, or because they mean to break it soon.

contrary to v.'s assertion that my job involves suiting up in a top hat and monocle and doing a liesurely backstroke through a tub of cash all day, i do actually earn a keep. there are, however, some times when work is "slow" or "none", and we get to relax a little. the end-of-year holidays are one such time.

today we focused on making fun of the bass player from van halen, and coming up with off-putting fortune cookie messages. the better ones tended to be interrogation themed. top submissions included, "if pohl pot were here, he'd have your head" and "i'll ask you one more time...where are the plans for the death ray?"

the winner came to us from my friend s., who suggested filling the cookie with a white powdery substance that would burst into a cloud of dust upon breaking the cookie open, and having the solitary word "anthrax" written on the paper inside. it was also discussed that maybe someone else would get one that would say "cocaine?".

c: "mine says 'cocaine?' what does your say?"

a: "(with worried look on his/her face, checking the back of the paper for lucky numbers or how to say something in chinese or any other sign of normalcy) mine just says 'anthrax'."

happy thanksgiving everybody.