This entry was published at least two years ago (originally posted on October 17, 2001). Since that time the information may have become outdated or my beliefs may have changed (in general, assume a more open and liberal current viewpoint). A fuller disclaimer is available.
I swear, if I ever completely lose it, flip out, and go postal, I’m going to end up doing it with a staple gun, because of the sheer number of jobs I’ve run for lawyers, accountants, government employees, and various other people who seem to compensate for whatever percieved deficiencies may exist in their life with a pathological drive to staple everything as many times as possible, whether or not it’s actually necessary.
Grrrrrrrr.
And ack pffft, too.