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  Anti-Marketing

19 April 2000


9:17 PM: I dreamed last night that I was fired. Much scarier than I'd've thought. I mean, considering how in love with my job I am and all. I don't think it was the prospect of joblessness that bothered me, but the insult. Being dumped instead of breaking up. They had discovered that I spent all my time here farting around on the web and doing my own site instead of working for them. Summary execution time. Only with no bullets, thank Bob.

Read an interesting blurb about RJ Reynolds' new "healthier" cigarette, the Eclipse, which they're finally going to start marketing nationwide. Well, advertising anyways. I don't know about actually selling the damn thing. Certainly, they're not selling it through their web site. Their "sophisticated age verification system" turns out to be a paper form - paper! - that they mail to you, and that you have to return in order to even log in to the fucking site. Have they learned nothing from the porn industry?

Very little goeth on. Waiting for Buffy. Watching the days dribble by.




Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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