trembles as I watch the stars shoot by the emblazoned "N" in the upper right hand corner of my browser, knuckle
s clenched white
aginst the firm texture of the office chair
arm rests. Holding my breath in restless anticipation.
I feel the seconds turn to minutes which then transform into hours as the time goes by, awaiting the presence of a progress monitor, a graphic
, or any sign of life.
My brain seizes, the prospect of being without CmdrTaco
or even Jon Katz
for even a mere moment
terrifies it beyond recognition.
What shall I do?
How shall I spend the idle hours between meeting
s and tasks?
What shall be my oasis
within the stark cold confines of my cubicle
From where else could I get my daily dose of News for Nerds
or Stuff that Matters
I stare at the blank grey void
of my browser
and contemplate this all in silence
What to do?
Where to go?
In desperation I click reload
and begin the waiting routine again. Small beads of sweat form on my brow and I wonder if I shall read an article from the heart-renderin-soul-barin' dept. ever again.
The soothing green title bar, the poll!, and again I must vote for CowboyNeal
, all is well.