the corner office

Deep in the dungeons of Castle Lots-Of-Assignments-To-Do, I was waylaid by the foul beast Formal Logic, which in times past has been as close to a nemesis as one could wish for. This time though, I bested the curmudgeon, smiting it into submission with a stale piece of bread and a hastily constructed semantic tableau. It slithered back into the darkness to nurse its wounds and prepare for the next time our paths cross. I barely had time to savour the few meagre calories offered by the glue on the back of an assignment envelope, when my evil captors pitched me into a Deathmatch with Computer Networks, whose scary appearance has more to do with its Expensive Textbook than anything else. Bah! I too know something of the dark martial arts of TCP/IP, and I can bullshit my way around multiple-router-configuration algorithms with the best of them.

I emerged victorious, and invigorated for the dreary days ahead, where many more horrid assignments will be trying my patience and resolve. Now for some ironing.