Bastich

“What the hell’s the matter with you, y’big dumb bastich? What you expect them to live on?”

Ravenshaw stood up. "Sir, that thing was an independent entity with unknown cultural built-ins. I had to overload the bastich until her circuits squealed, and that was a one-shot possibility. ..."

OK, I'm pissed. Those record company bastiches who decide what songs go on what albums and cds. The Live After Death cd would be awsome if the mother fuckers at capitol would have left all of the songs on it.

>> Oh dear god! That's strictly geek work... and you know it! I can't argue, but in todays market, moderately well-paid geek work is better than low paid geek work. At least I have a voice, and that's my point. The deluded bastiches actually read what I write, and sometimes act accordingly.

> Most of the changes in the world happen because someone thinks of an idea and wants to make money out of it. No, that's how those "cottage industries", to use your words, get started. The crap begins when some bastich in a suit sees that the small entrepreneur is making money, and wants in on the deal: "I see your idea is working, and I want a piece of it, so I'll play organizer for you in exchange for the lion's share of the profits. Unless, of course, you WANT to stay small forever - we can make sure you stay THAT way, too." The person who actually "thought of the idea" in the first place eventually becomes inconsequential in terms of the money-making engine.

>Most mailing lists send a letter to the person's email asking for verification that they signed up, so in other words it's a waste of time. Actually, there are a handful that don't. Like the PrOn ones. SOme bastich obviously subscribed ME to a few, and I'm inundated with spam..