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December 24, 2002

return to sender

They say "you can never go home again."

Wrong.

You can always, always, always return to the BITTER.

And thus you remember you are never alone.

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December 23, 2002

the pitter patter of fresh meat

The BITTER loves babies. Such fresh, clean slates, ready for a lifetime of misery and disappointment.

Coo!

The BITTER tickles the chin of every newborn, right before it screams for the first time.

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December 21, 2002

shout out to the punk

Careful, little boy, or I'll cave in your head with a lead pipe.

You want to twist someone's reality? Go play in someone else's backyard.

You're not ready to play in this league.

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Christmas preparations

If you want to let your work become your life, that's great. Just don't force your work on the rest of us who want to do more than just work.

(if this is what research is like, if this is what academia is like, then fuck research and fuck academia. or maybe I just haven't found a field that I like. or maybe I've found someone who has that rare ability to suck the enjoyment out of everything. in that case...fuck it.)

If you want to motivate someone to do a task, find a way for them to make it their own. Create a stress-free work environment. A happy worker is a productive worker.

We were productive because we were putting in insane hours at the expense of our schoolwork, our sanity, our lives. And yet you expect us to keep that up? When the holidays are coming? FUCK YOU, CLOWN!

He just fundamentally Doesn't Get It. Beware, for you are summoning forth the BITTER in your underlings.

"I don't understand why you're so worried about him. If I were in your position, I'd tell him, 'Up yours!'" Sage advice.

Up yours and fuck you very much. I'm going on holiday. Yeah, I told you I was going to work on my paper while away. Ha. Hahahahahahahaha. Hahahahaha. Right.

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Homer Sez:

"Oh, look! I'm making people hap-py! I'm the magical man from Happy Land who lives in a gumdrop house on Lollipop Lane!"

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December 11, 2002

finding your voice

I've lost touch with my connection to the BITTER. I just feel blah, not powerful. How can I find my way again?

Go to a mall during this shopping season.

Reread love letters from an old flame, one who has long abandoned you.

Think of the injustices you have suffered at the hands of your manager(s).

... or your doctor(s).

Realize that there are still people who believe that every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings.

If you have been molested or raped, think about the fact that statistically, that person was probably (a) never prosecuted and (b) did it to 6–11 other people. What's more, that sorry asshole is the reason you have intimacy problems now.

Think about the fact that it is more likely for bad things to happen to good people, because good people don't complain as much and just try to go with the flow.

Think about any injustice in the world you want, and realize that nobody in authority over that situation cares, because their power and greed isn't being effected.

There, are you starting to scream, bloodcurdingly and with foamy blood frothing from your mouth? Then you have found your voice.

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holiday cooking with the BITTER

The BITTER may be the sauce, but the sauce makes the dessert.

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December 3, 2002

Just a reminder

If you don't have a date for New Year's, the BITTER always has room in its schedule.

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