26 August, 2003

My Own, Personal Hell

Yesterday I found out what hell is really like.

No sulphur.
No burning.
No poking of sharp pitchforks by red, winged devils.

Oh no.


  1. If is any comfort, you are not alone. At least you don't seem to have had a Powerpoint slideshow involved. [you know the one - where the main speaker turns up 20mins late with his data on a 5.25" floppy and while you are trying to get it to work he asks if you could print off some handouts from his WordPerfect for DOS file]

  2. Death by Powerpoint. Pretty much, if you start with Powerpoint, you should die at the hands of it.

  3. Hrm. Powerpoint is always suicide.