At My New Job...

...there is spam poetry in the email. Some of it is "really good!"

Here, see for yourselves:
The world itself is pregnant with failure, is the perfect manifestation of imperfection, of the consciousness of failure.
Never lose a holy curiosity.
You have been my friends, replied Charlotte, that in itself is a tremendous thing...
Give me a lever long enough, and a prop strong enough, I can single-handed move the world.
All these primary impulses, not easily described in words, are the springs of man's actions.
Every failure is a step to success.
The child is not to be educated for the present, but for the remote future, and often is opposition to the immediate future.
Calamity is virtue's opportunity.
The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.
Creativity is a highfalutin word for the work I have to do between now and Tuesday.
Human history in essence is the history of ideas.
It is by its promise of a sense of power that evil often attracts the weak.
I worked very hard. I felt I could play the game. The only thing that could stop me was myself.

Another one here:
Two of us, Docteur and Madame Machin, who stand
His sightless eyes horribly watch the air;
Out of the road into a way across
Some stubborn sprouts up through the stubble hay,
Pallid waste where no radiant fathomers,
Figures of light and dark, these two are walking
I bring down a bit of its light
At the white place of the road's vanishing
I do not betray you, I still go forward,
Silent patch of ultimate paint. You are
The winter road from the St. Simeon farm
For any part of them we can make out
I've drifted somewhat from the distant heart
That this mud draws on the stone.
Lucky the bell—still full and deep of throat,
That only you and I can know. Les deux
Suddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,
—Now that you notice it—have just moved past
He never even dreams, being sheer snow;


Ah, Spam Poetry. I personally love the "creativity is a highfalutin word for the work I have to do between now and Tuesday" line. Yeah. Can we not all understand this sentiment!?

Also, when you are finished enjoying the poetry, you can, in the very same email, purchase Adobe software for the low low price of 99 cents. Originally One Thousand Dollars.

In other job news, my job rocks. Though today it will be hard hard hard. I have to get off the blasted internet now. Now that the day has started.

Ta ta.