You've been trying to type this rant up for three weeks, but you screamed too much into it. It's too much … I can't take the tape out, I'd lose it. I can't take the tape deck out, I'm certain I'd lose that too. I lose tape decks at a rate proportional to the stress I'm under. Recently? One a month. On the tape I'm shouting so loud …
There were 97 separate marketing messages in my kitchen, **97**—200+ duplicates, and I didn't know. I didn't know. I had to process these messages, and then block them out, every morning, just to get breakfast and plan my day!
“Beating the Brand [1]”
And I thought I was eccentric.
I met Mike briefly a few years ago and he just came across as this guy, you know? But in reading his journal of the past few months it seems that his life is a bit more off the deep end than mine.
Puts things into perspective.
[1] http://the-edge.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_the-edge_archive.html#200399808