I wrote a manifesto about my professional value and was well rewarded for the trouble. That's very nice, but it doesn't keep the boredom at bay. Sometimes one just lacks focus.

An IM from a moment ago:

[11:09] coworker-tod: I provoke bears.
[11:10] me: I am bears.
[11:10] coworker-tod: *poke*
[11:10] me: grah.
[11:10] me: grah.
[11:10] coworker-tod: success!
[11:10] me: well done indeed.
[11:10] coworker-tod: I didn't have a plan beyond that.
[11:11] me: all's well that ends well.

No doubt, your local news is running the same sort of inane story as my local news, CNN, and the New York Times. 6.6.6 - Is The Apocalypse Nigh? As your news sources surely tell you, you may go so far as to bet online, where odds are 100,000-to-1 that we'll survive the day, globally speaking.

What I want to know is why we're focusing on 06-06-2006. It has a bunch of extra numbers completely unrelated to devils, hells, and general nighness. The truth is this: the world did end on June Sixth, Anno Domini Six. There was one survivor, and the whole world is just the fever dream of a very old, very lonely man.

I triumph at work because I am the baddest badass this side of the Mississippi. And also the other side.