I got chilled to the bone today and it had nothing to do with the fact it was 9 degrees outside. Nor that polar bears, tired of drifting in the melting arctic, have come to live in my back yard. Hope they don’t eat cats.
No, that stuff is warmth and sunshine compared to this:
Brrr! That was today’s job listings from the Bookbuilders of Boston website. That whitespace under “Design and Desktop Publishing” isn’t just ice buildup on my screen. I have feeling that it’s not particularly new news either. It seems that a desktop publishing professional nowadays has fewer friends than Bernie Madoff on Facebook. Is this what it was like to be a blacksmith in Manhattan right around the time that Model T’s were creating the first traffic jams? I’d better use up the rest of my Quark jokes soon before there’s no one left around to get them.
Two text boxes walk into a bar…
S’cuse me, I need to go evolve.
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