My Tweets bring all the ladies to the yard…

And they’re like, hey do you want to see me naked? And I’m like, no. No I do not.

Twitter accounts filled with scantily clad women asking you to come look at their profiles are nothing new. A few weeks back I was actually getting really annoyed by these kind of accounts as a new breed, which steals tweets containing trending topics and reuses them so they appear legit and generate interest, was driving me nuts. An actual follower replied to me saying they were “in need of a True Blood fix,” a message I received in my Replies column a few times a day for the next month.

This has, however, seemingly dropped off, or maybe I’ve just been lucky to not be mentioned in any of the targeted tweets.

This morning however, something I said has clearly got the sexy ladybots of Twitter all excited:

How can I resist, eh?

How can I resist, eh?

What weirds me out the most is they’re all different messages, it’s not carbon copy accounts that are just mentioning me, each is an individual phrase, seemingly original (if, albeit, transparent spam for anyone with 10 minutes of experience online.)

This been happening to anyone else?

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Lachlan is dead… Long live Warlach!

OR: How I learned to stop worrying and embrace the Internet.

As I may have mentioned the other day, I have quit my job. There’s a lots of reasons really. Firstly, I didn’t like what I was doing. I fell into the job while desperate for cash after completing my Honours and it was never a good fit. Secondly, following the company being taken over by a much bigger player last year, it became a fairly tortuous place to work for anyone with a creative personality.

The things it though, I’m not writing this to further complain about the people I worked with, because really it has very little bearing on where I want to be.

When telling my Big Boss that I would be handing in my badge and gun he asked if I had a new job lined up, and whether I’d need a reference. I told him I’d let him know. It’s not that I’m ungrateful, it’s just that the skills this company thinks I have aren’t really the skills I want to showcase to future employers.

It’s like a specialist in the artificial insemination of Lemmings deciding to become a spy. It’s not that they aren’t actually probably quiet good at knocking up furry, suicidal* mammals, it’s just that MI6 doesn’t really care.

My skills that do translate – my communication skills mainly – are mostly self evident to the employers I’ve been speaking to about future roles. Which brings me to the title of this post.

As soon as I announced my resignation on Twitter, I received a message asking me, in so many words, where the sender would get their daily dose of schadenfreude from now that I was leaving my work. And the truth is, while I won’t be censoring my personality, you will have to look elsewhere.

It was Lachlan that got the job, worked in it for a couple of years, and yesterday quit, but it’s Warlach who will take up the next job I do. My comments about work, usually designed and twisted to be amusing rather than anything else, came from a situation where Warlach was separate from the person who worked for my employer. Twitter was my connection with likeminded people – people who don’t think the only browser is IE, who understand the internet and who enjoy pop culture.

In a situation where my online self is part and parcel of what I do – and let’s be honest, I’d have to be pretty stupid to be going for jobs in Social Media and Community Management and not think it had to be – my Twitter account will still be honest, but it won’t do anything that could damage those I work with, employ me or whom rely on my skills online.

This isn’t actually a major change – I have plenty of friends in social media, met both there and IRL, and I don’t post everything that crosses my mind when it could hurt or insult them. Keeping track of this, the acceptability of different spheres of communication and an understanding of voice is what I would like to think I’m pretty good at. Case in point is that there are plenty of things I do online I keep separate from the world of Lachlan or Warlach – I am someone who speaks their mind but discretion is the better part of valour.

So, what does this mean? Well, it means that if someone pisses me off on public transport, or I am annoyed by something in the media, it will most likely play out the same way. However, if a colleague at a new job annoys me? I’ll just talk to them about it rather than shout it to the Twitterverse.

Hence, Lachlan is dead and Warlach is now on duty fulltime.

I’m hoping that this change will lead to bigger and better things. Some of the roles I’ve spoken to people about sound amazing, and certainly in terms of job satisfaction everything is looking like it’s on the up and up. I just have to accept who I really am:

I am Warlach.

I am a Geek.

I am capable of doing the jobs I want to do.

Hell, I’m a Digital Phoenix arising from an animated Flame.GIF, baby.

And I’m very excited to see what the future holds. :)

*Yes, I know Lemmings arn’t actually suicidal. It’s more an expression than anything else, albeit one based on Walt Disney’s lies…

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Q-U-I-T

I have been unhappy at my current job for some time. Simple requests are met with ignorance and incompetence and office conversation swings readily towards racist, sexist and offensive views. I won’t go into details right now, but I just ended it. And so, I present this, with apologies to Nat King Cole…

Q-U-I-T

Q is for the questionable things you do
U is for the way you used me too
I deserve a role that’s incredible
T means it’s time to go, I aint coming back, no no no…

“I quit,” is all that I can say to you
This company and I are through
‘Cause I know I can make it
Finally be happy and not just fake it
I quit, I’m leaving, fuck you.

<whistle solo>

Q is for the questionable things you do
U is for the way you used me too
I deserve a role that’s incredible
T means it’s time to go, I aint coming back, no no no…

“I quit,” is all that I can say to you
This company and I are through
‘Cause I know I can make it
Finally be happy and not just fake it
I quit, I’m leaving, fuck you.
I quit, I’m leaving, fuck you.
I quit, I’m leaving, fuck you.

(For those who missed it, this is to the tune L-O-V-E made famous by Nat King Cole. Do yourself a favour and listen to it here. For those who want to sing along, you can also hear a cool little acoustic version without lyrics here.)

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We amuse ourselves…

Yesterday, bored out of my mind, I posted this on Twitter:

This resulted in the very funny @Nightwyrm and I trying to one up one another, which got a little silly:

Yes, it was silly, but as the title said, we amuse ourselves. :)

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V Australia: “Come FAIL with me, let’s FAIL, let’s FAIL away…”

EDIT: While I didn’t know when i first wrote this post, I am now aware that this campaign was the brainchild of Droga5’s Sydney arm. Now I do. Also, there’s a follow up post in the comments that’s probably worth checking out…

Life has an interesting way of bringing together disparate parts of my life. In this case it’s Sir Richard Branson (who I simply find fascinating, I’m not his illegitimate son or anything), my High School days and my active Twitter life. This actually concerns what I would classify as a terrible marketing campaign. To this end, I’ll be citing FAILS throughout this post.

It’s OK, I’ll explain.

While going through my recent new Twitter followers I realised I had been followed by an account called @4320LA.

FAIL No. 1 – Way to make an account that looks like spam, guys.

Well, it turns out that this is a promotion for V Australia (see, there’s Richard Branson) where they have sent three strapping young Aussie boys to LA for three days. The idea? They have a camera crew with them and they have to Tweet every minute they’re there.

FAIL No. 2 – Honestly, that’s just… just genius guys. Who doesn’t love people you don’t know, or yet care about, updating Twitter. Every. Single. Minute.

But oh, it’s so much better. They have at least set up a funky looking website, www.4320la.com, however it is let down by the fact that there is very little interesting going on. The photos don’t convey the story, the tweets are short and often unintelligible, and it’s all really just a sloppy mess.

FAIL No. 3 – So, you’re paying airfares and the drinks tab for guys who clearly have seemingly little experience with blogging, Twitter or broadcasting.

Now, this is where it gets interesting. As you’ll notice, there are three guys. One is called Matt. I went to school with him, was even in his year. Hell, during Summer School before Year 7 we were even friends before I found better geeks and he found better jocks. :)

This is nothing against Matt, I’m actually just declaring my connection. Before you ask, I actually have nothing against the guy. I didn’t vote for him for School Captain, but to be honest he’s an OK guy, and for getting someone to foot the bill for this trip I’ve got to tip my hat to him.

Only problem is, I’m looking at this from V Australia’s point of view, so let’s take a closer looks at Matt’s special account for this little project:

Compelling stuff, eh?

FAIL No. 4 – With no interaction between the account and its followers, and no clear way to actually tell what’s happening on the trip, this, and the other two accounts, are pure spam at worse, and boring crap at best.

FAIL No. 5 – Sorry, but I can’t let this go. I mean, look at the crap. Got a hashtag on every tweet, but no link to the corresponding pic? FAIL!

This is where it really starts to ‘grind my gears’ so to speak, and the above FAIL mentioning the hashtag is key to this. Firstly, the trip is already past halfway, and while a little digging turned up some promotion, the guy’s accounts only have a few hundred followers, while the @4320LA account only has 400 something, despite following over 500.

See, it’s not really about the tweets from the guys that are meant to push this idea, V Australia, or whoever came up with this concept for them, wanted to harness the power of Twitter’s Trending Topics. How do I know this? One, I have a Crystal Ball. Two, they said so themselves:

FAIL No. 6 – While I don’t support gaming stats, if you’re going to do I’m pretty sure it’s counter intuitive to mention that’s your intention. I mean, really. When they cheat on their taxes do these guys enclose a letter to the ATO about what they’ve done?

Furthermore, as you can see by the previous tweet that this was sent past the halfway mark - if nobody cares by now guys, nobody will.

So, shall we sum up? V Australia sent three guys overseas, trying to harness Twitter and create a viral campaign. The three chums no doubt have a good time (G’day Matt, throw one back for me), and according to @4320LA_Nathan, “remember as long as we get 4320 tweets, that’s 4320 minutes filled.” Should they reach their goal, the three guys win an around the world flight, so go them, eh? The rest of us are meant to be fascinated by this, which is really where it all breaks down.

So yes, congratulations V Australia, and whichever marketing/social media/Web 2.0 guru suggested/managed this campaign. It’s nothing personal, viral projects like this live or die on luck just as much as good ideas, but this was pretty flawed from the start.

Could it have been better? Yeah, sure. Perhaps if it had been a three day video stream, combined with tweeting regularly. Hell, it could have been better if the people behind it had realised most of the search functions require multiple people to use a hashtag or similar for it to be a Trending Topic – getting three guys to spam Twitter will have little to no affect. Furthermore, no one is going to follow these guys, it would just clog your timeline with useless crap.

So, all in all, FAIL.

V Australia picks up the bill, will most likely owe these three guys around the world trips, and all it got them was some very limited buzz, all, as I can tell, on the concept rather than the execution.

Some pointers for next time:

  1. Learn how the services you’re using technically work.
  2. Learn how people actually use those services.
  3. Probably spend more time training your winners. (Spelling could also be improved, but that’s just a personal gripe of mine.)
  4. Don’t admit your overall game plan publically.
  5. Come up with something actually compelling if you want anyone to pay attention.
  6. This last one is just a guess, but don’t listen to anyone who uses the term “web 2.0”

Should anyone at V Australia, or anyone else really, take umbridge at my views, feel free to contact me at Warlach at Gmail.com, or on Twitter at @Warlach.

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My Thesis on Twitter Etiquette for the Linking of Content

Um, think it through.

And, like, be cool.

This is entirely for @Eskimosparky’s benefit, as seen here.

kthxbai.

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Hospitals, Death and the Power of Twitter

Photo by Brent Danley.

I love the internet. For most people who know me, online or in real life, this will come as as  much of a surprise as Barrack Obama calling a press conference to let people know, just in case they missed it, that he is the first black President of the United States. I love everything about the web, including social networking sites like Twitter, but Friday, the 20 March, 2009, was the first time I really felt the power of this community.

I had meant to write this blog post on Saturday morning but haven’t had time since Friday night to really site down and get my thoughts out properly.

A week before Friday a family member collapsed at their home. He had had ongoing health issues for some years, but this seemed like an unrelated problem and he was flown by helicopter to RPA Hospital in Sydney. The doctors managed to stabilise him and he was eventually moved from the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) to a normal ward for monitoring.

However, last Friday night, within a few hours of his most recent visitor leaving, he developed a quickly spreading rash and his vitals began dropping. The doctors contacted us to let us know they were moving him from the ward back down into the ICU, and that it would be prudent to contact family and friends to get them to the hospital as soon as possible.

They said this with a gravitas which implied with no uncertainty they didn’t expect the patient to survive through the night.

While we organised cars to fetch other relatives, it dawned on us that no one would have informed two of his closest friends. They had been friends since school, but when he had been sick previously he had contacted them himself. This time he was far too sick and we had no way of knowing how to get in touch, which is when I posted this:

Rearranged chronilogically for ease of reading

The response, both from people retweeting the message and those who sent information, was amazing:

Given the situation, it hadn’t occurred to any of us that he, of course, would most likely be listed under Anthony, or A, in the white pages. People went above and beyond though, with information from numerous other sources quickly flooding my inbox. I was, to say the least, pretty moved:

I wrote down all the information we got, to remove duplicates and so as to avoid contacting anyone twice, and then began scanning for the most likely target. As it turned out, based on the information people had provided and new info I had just received (marital status etc) the first number we rang yielded this result:

I intend to make good on that promise by the way. If your name is listed at the bottom of this post, I, Warlach, owe you a beer, or equivalent beverage of your choice, at the first opportunity.

While tracking down friends and family was great, it didn’t of course change the reason we needed to contact them in the first place. For awhile it looked like it could all be over, before he suddenly began to respond to the medication and stabilised:

This is mostly due to the fact the doctors didn’t, and still don’t, know exactly what is wrong with him. But he is now visibly improving every day and while he remains in the ICU, is hopefully out of the woods for now. All that was left to do was hang around a hospital in the middle of the night:

Looking back, it’s not that Twitter surprised me with being able to find the information. It’s been noted time and again just how quickly the Twitter community can respond, as with the Hudson River plane crash. What really amazed me though was the effort people put in to help someone they barely know.

I’ve met a few of the people who responded in real life, but only briefly. I was incredibly moved by the way people came together to help us, and it’s certainly cemented in my mind that people who criticise online communities as actually distancing human emotion/interaction have a lot to learn.

Finally, a big thank you goes out to everybody who helped:

Mspecht, ScottRhodie, Tdm911, Radioproducer1, Bethanie, Yonderboy, Mellalicious, JulzM, Katreeeena, TweetTomnow and anyone else I may have accidentally left off.

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My band has a new album!

My band has a new album coming out and I just got the cover art!

My album cover: Condemned to repeat it... by Alt Porn.
My album cover: “Condemned to repeat it…” by Alt Porn.

Obviously it’s a joke. I’m not a big fan of email surveys, questionaires and random things that people send around tagging people left right and centre, but this one caught my fancy.

I first saw it done by a guy I knew in High School. I once locked him in a locker (he was demonstrating how he could fit inside) and he once tried to set me on fire. If you’ve seen the movie Two Hands, he played the kid who got hit by the car.

Now you know, and knowing is half the battle.

Naturally, as we didn’t really talk to each other much in High School, we’re now Facebook friends. The rules/instructions for creating your own album cover, as he posted them, are this:

1 - Go to “wikipedia.” Hit “random”
or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to “Random quotations”
or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”
or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

For the record, my wikipedia article is here, my quote is here and my photo is from here. My ‘Facebook friend’s’ cover was also pretty awesome. I especially like the band name:

His album cover: Been There Before Me by The Juggler of Notre Dame.
“Been There Before Me” by The Juggler of Notre Dame.

Anyway, feel free to make your own and post a trackback or link in the comments below if you do. I’d tag some of you, but then I’d hate myself.

EDIT: Some people are posting theirs on sites that won’t allow trackbacks, so I thought I’d do a short rundown of some other great examples:

Navarr was the first and it’s a beauty:

“Anyone Gets out of it Alive” by A.F.C Telford United.

Extremo brings us this gem:

“A blessing money can’t buy” by Himno Nacional de Honduras.

Wildeel threw together this:

“You think you cannot do” by Ryu Shi-Won.

and my fellow Maternal Fakocity writer, Chrispian, turned out this beauty:

“And not everybody does” by John Winfield Wallace.

EDIT 2: More came through later in the day, they’re linked in the comments below, but I thought I’d add them to the post too.

GrumpyWookie gave us this piece of art:


“Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple” by Saints & Sinners Festival

Martin English gave use this gnarly cover:


“Crazy Enough To Be True” by Madhucca Penicillata

Paul Kidd also gave us this one, which is one of my favourites so far:


“Be a fountain, not a drain” by Certified Management Accountant

That last one is so great I actually want to start a country and western band called Certified Management Accountant. :)

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Review: It’s not worth watching the Watchmen

Yesterday afternoon my girlfriend excitedly called me to say she would meet me after work and that she had a surprise adventure to take me on. Shopping for shoes, going to the vet to have me neutered, travelling back in time to appear on Don’t Forget Your Toothbrush? – all these possibilities and more passed through my mind, but the truth was far greater:

She had tickets. To a preview. Of Watchmen.

Needless to say, I behaved in a very cool and collected manner, as evidenced by the photo I posted to Twitpic shortly after finding out.

So, yes, while I’d not allowed myself to get too carried away with anticipation of a film version of something that’s been called unfilmable for decades, I was very excited. I found out a mere 30 mins before we entered the cinema and spent the entire time grinning from ear to ear.

Oh, the folly of the man I was before this film…

To say I was unhappy with the film would be an understatement. As someone who has attended showings from the vault of Trash Video and owns Plan 9 From Out Of Space, I have seen some truly awful films. Watchmen is saved from being one of the worst films I’ve seen by some very nice moments and some beautiful art direction, but these merely serve as dusted sugar on a shit sundae.


That W word

While not something that would make or break the film for me, there’s been a lot of talk since the word ‘Watchmen’ was heard in the second trailer, seeing as the source material make no reference to this aside from the “Who Watches The Watchmen?” graffiti which appears throughout the graphic novel.

The part of the review is really only for those die hard fans: yes, the word is used. No, it doesn’t refer to a team, such as the Minutemen, but is seemingly being used a collective noun for all costumed heroes. It is used every sentence for one 10 minute stretch early on and then only once more much later in the film, raising the question of why include it at all? The reason seems to be to dumb the film down and there’ll be more on this later.

Talkin’ pretty like…

The discussion of the inclusion of the word Watchmen segues well into the next topic: the script. The 10 minute stretch I mentioned above includes the scene where Rorschach first visits Daniel Dreiberg (Nite Owl II). The dialogue has almost been lifted straight from the page, but while the characters recite the lines they often ring hollow, either because they are badly delivered, left hanging in a poorly paced scene, or just don’t work as well spoken as they do being read.

The director, Jack Snyder, and writers David Hayter and Alex Tse, have retained much of the dialogue as it appeared in the comic throughout the film, but most comes off as if it was performed as a first read through. Daniel’s line’s “What do you expect, the Comedian is dead” and “whatever happened to the American dream?” are delivered with the finesse of a brick to the head, and they are far from the only ones.

It seems childish to berate a big budget movie from a professional director with the old adage of ‘show, don’t tell’, but it came to mind multiple times throughout the film. The actors appear to have no grasp on who these characters are, with the only exceptions being Jackie Earle Haley as Rorschach and Jeffrey Dean Morgan as The Comedian, and the audience is left with heavy handed metaphors and the films oppressive score (more on this below).

These problems take the complicated issues the story raises and morph them into a preachy, monotone experience that grated with me every time a character other than the two mentioned above opened their mouths.

The sound of silence… I wish!

The films opening credits are brilliant, a montage which covers much of the early history of the Minutemen and costumed vigilantes which couldn’t fit into the film proper, but it was also noticeable for having the second full length song to appear in the film, with Bob Dylan singing The Times They Are A-Changin’ throughout.

I thought the song was a good choice, just a little odd as we’d just heard all of Unforgettable by Nat King Cole during the pre-credits death scene of the Comedian.

This was a trend that would not stop for the entire film.

Whenever there was a lapse in dialogue, an extended section of a famous song, complete with lyrics would play at full blast. It doesn’t sound that bad in theory, but in practice it resulted in groans or laughter at each over the top choice. An extended sex scene to Hallelujah? Why not! Approaching Antarctica, why not play a huge chunk of All Along The Watchtower? Need to emphasise the epic nature of the closing scenes? Why not throw Mozart’s Requiem in there. I could go on, but I don’t want to ruin the Vietnam scene which will make you laugh out loud.

Rather than create anything like a memorable or workable score, the film bombards the viewer with these numbers one after another and I found it jarred me out of any semblance of ambience every time. What does exist of the score ranges from forgettable to down right awful. After Rorschach leaves Daniel’s house, in the scene I mentioned above, electric guitar riffs ring out reminiscent of a second act climax in movies like Beverly Hills Cop. I guess it is meant to be set in 1985?

Ooooh, shiney…

Yes, it does look very pretty. Very pretty. All the costumes and sets look great, fan favourite locations aren’t exact duplicates but rather do a great job at capturing the feel of the originals. This is what most of the reviews I’ve seen have hit on, that visually, as Simon Sharwood (who attended the same screening I did) noted, Synder has almost matched Lord Of The Rings “in terms of successful capture of vibe and intent.”

However, far more violence than ever existed in the comic seems to have been added, for seemingly no apparent reason other than to ’spice things up’. Notable examples are Rorschach’s flashback to finding the killer of a little girl and Dr Manhatten exploding criminals, showering women in blood and leaving pieces of skin hanging from the roof. Through all this, Hollis Mason doesn’t die however, so go figure.

Let’s rap it up

“all the geeks and film goers will look up and shout “Save Us!”…:
…and Snyder will look down, and whisper, “No”.”

I will admit I was keen for a faithful adaptation of one of my favourite comics. However, as both a writer and a lover of movies and comics, I would have stomached any number of changes to the source material had they produced one thing.

A good film.

This simply isn’t the case. Wanted, another comic book adaptation from last year was changed significantly but while I don’t like the final result I recognise that it achieved exactly what it set out to do: to look freaking cool and show you Angelina Jolie’s leather clad arse while she fired a gun.

Watchmen not only had a much more complex source material, the creators clearly set out to achieve that complexity in the film and failed utterly. Like I mentioned above, so many reviews are focusing on how the film looks, and how faithful it is to Dave Gibbon’s style.

Who gives a rat’s arse?

It may be dressed up nicely, but Watchmen is still a badly paced, acted and directed film. I had lost any interest in what happened to the characters by half way through the film, and I already liked them! I challenge anyone to point to a scene not involving Rorschach or The Comedian that has any successful emotional impact.

None of the changes bother me, such as the change in the twist in the end to remove the ‘squid’, but then having Ozymandias’ genetically engineered lynx, Bubastis, appear only in the final scenes made no sense. Laurie no longer smokes, but still managers to set the house on fire with Archie’s flame thrower? It’s these little inconsistencies which, while nothing on their own, speak volumes about slap dash way the film seems to have been cut.

Maybe all my answers will be on the much talked of directors cut along with, hopefully, a new score and a decreased soundtrack. Yes, there are some nice boob shots, and a few cool action sequences. Yes, the film in a few areas does a good job at subtly hinting at unspoken back story, such as the Silhouette in the opening credits. Yes, there were parts that were ok.

I also have no doubt that many will flock to see it and praise it for it’s ‘amazingly faithful adaptation’ and ‘vision’.

However, both the Watchmen the film and the book clearly set out to tell the story behind the real people who in its world had donned costumes and to deconstruct the superhero concept, along with the moral ambiguities of right and wrong. Only one of them succeeded. Towards the end of the film Laurie recites what was originally one of Dr Manhattan’s famous lines: “In the end? Nothing ends. Nothing ever ends.”

That might be true, but boy was I glad when this 163 minute monstrosity did.

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How I wish this was fictional…

UPDATE 3: Oh, noes, le post, she is gone!

Hey hey,

There was a post here about me being pretty unhappy with the actions of somebody in my office, hence all the comments below regarding whether or not to make a formal complaint.

I did make the complaint in the end and while I’m confident it was the right thing, if not the safe thing, to do, I feel that the outcome was positive enough that I have removed the original post.

I was angry when it first went up and with the issue resolved it seems appropriate to ‘bury the hatchet’ for now. I’ve kept a copy of the original post and would be happy to discuss my experience with anyone who is faced with a similar decision. You can contact me as Warlach on Twitter or at Warlach@gmail.com.

That said, I’ve kept the picture of the boss from Office Space because it is awesome.

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