A modern male adept at the art of improvising in gender neutral situations.
The sort of man who might carry a mini-leatherman AND a UMPC in his murse.
My Treo totally crapped on me at Greg's last night. Fortunately Greg's a total metro-macgyver - he updated my firmware while he made a bitchin' artichoke heart quiche.
Black humor. You're not having a weekend because you're fucked. And working. The project's gone pear-shaped and is starting to accelerate toward oblivion.
With hope dead, and nothing left to do, you make a last pathetic Simpsonâs reference before the whole thing goes down in a twisted heap of smoke and hard drives.
"We just got the certification report back, we're failing 63% of compliance regs, with two weeks to go."
"Woo-hoo! 3 day weekend!"
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