Time to spruce up the resume

Every now and then, something strikes you in a way that just opens your eyes. It's usually not something big and obvious, but it's something small and subtle. Something one person might not even be given pause by, but to you it is revelation.

Today, I had one of those experiences when I got to work and re-animated my laptop compooter. Something startling caught my eye. Something that made me say to myself, "Self, this is very possibly a sign from god that it is time to move on."

See, I was able to live through the dancing weirdos everyone thought were funky 70's spacemen. I was able to keep going even after the dancing weirdos were replaced by an even more bizarre mascot - an apparent group of ancient British war reenactors who, after having their will to survive gradually sapped out of them by a never-ending, creeping bureaucracy of one-world-government types, decided, "Oh hell - let's stop being war reenactors and form a mime troupe. I bet we'd get more tail."

I was even OK when some fancy-pants marketing firm was paid millions of dollars to develop and copyright something called, I kid you not, the bong. Actually, I kinda liked that it was called "the bong", though it grates on my nerves to hear it now.

But this morning was the last straw. I opened up my laptop, and there it was as plain as day. An obvious sign of marketing apocalypse. Yes, folks, for a time there this morning, all advertising space on Me, CherkyB had been purchased by The Company. A double-wide ad across the top, and a fancy graphic ad on the right.

It's the end of the world as we know it.