Future Echoes

"The world's present would end. Its future, immeasurably vaster, would also vanish. Even our past would be cancelled. Our struggle from the primal ooze, every childbirth, every personal sacrifice rendered meaningless, leading only to dust, tossed on the void-winds.

Save for Richard Nixon, whose name adorns a plaque upon the moon, no human vestige would remain"



I've been rereading Watchmen again since the trailer hit last week and it still stirs up all kinds of crazy thoughts and emotions. As powerful as that book was back in the 80s its significance has doubled since 9/11. I'll write more on this later once I have more time to sift through Moore's monumental achievement. Suffice to say: Nixon's name really is on the moon. How is that for mankind's footprint on the galaxy?

Work is a four letter word.

I've been working in the same job for a year now. Not that long when you look at the calendar but it feels like an eternity in retrospect. These last few months certainly haven't made it seem any more reasonable. Everything has slowed to a crawl from the moment I sit down at my desk till I boot it out the door.

Maybe it's the summer but everything seems like it's falling apart in the office this summer. There are constant rumours about the mental competence of my boss not the least of which is that he is probably going to have a nervous breakdown one of these days. Certainly a likely scenario. He's not really socially competent and despite being nice about what he wants done, fails to give much information about what he needs done. What's been happening the last few weeks is that I've been given insignificant jobs that need to be done right away, then nothing for days and days leaving myself to do my own work that might be lost completely due to the total lack of any efficient tracking of the files that are going around the office.

Despite all this he still needs me to do all this nonsense that no one else can do and in between making stale compliments of my skills he'll pick on something I'm doing because there is absolutely nothing else to do.

I'm just not cut out for this bullshit. Living for the weekend is as good a game plan as any.