When I was down in Camp Shelby, Mississippi, earlier this year, I was in the can and somebody had graffitoed "OBAMA" on the cubicle wall but instead of the O, there was a crosshairs.

Oh.. To relive my wasted youth.

In 1997 my employer switched our Unix network to a windows NT network. We workers quickly installed Duke3d and learned its ways. We spent hours each day sitting in our indvidual spaces howling with glee with each kill and cussing in disgust with each and every death.

We upgraded to the Atomic edition ( or was it the plutonium pack?) I loved the expander gun!
Dukeburger ruled..It was small , perfect for a quick deathmatch at work.
Shop'nBag was a big level, we saved it for when the owners were away.
We installed Duke it out in Dc... Way too big of levels for 5 guys at work, we used 10 frag limit.

Our employer suffered from our lack of output and we had to lay off workers because the japanese market crumpled in '99.

The office survived. We quit playing out of guilt ,..... but not before playing a couple of months of Shadow Warrior:)

Those were the glory days of my cubicle life.

RIP 3dRealms!

Duke Nukem Forever!!

wow. That's the kind of stuff I dreamed of doing when I was a kid.

I'm just as happy working in a cubicle an answering to people that don't understand my job though.... really... I am. Right?

^ Agreed
I've seen Slash using that F4 trick.

Bono is really good at charts and pivot tables, but gets bogged down by long embedded formulae so he does a calculation in stages and just hides the columns.

Although the real master of the HLOOKUP is of course Bruce Springsteen who really knows how to work his functions. There's nothing quite like gathering round his cubicle and watching the boss at work.

I hung a picture of you in my cubicle. When everybody leaves at night, I start handcrankin' away to your image.

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I've got my eye on you, sexy pants.

>> ^poolcleaner:
>> The key to getting away with wild office behavior is the same method used in high school to go from being an A student, getting yelled at by dad for getting an A-, to a C student, getting a "Well at least he passed" when you get a D: First, make people believe you are a crazy, yet still an effective worker -- this may take some time, maybe even up to a year, to achieve. Then slowly increase the loudness of your outbursts. If your coworkers give you annoyed looks, you've jumped the gun -- slow it down, work on erratic behavior, and always, ALWAYS have the ability to change your expression from insane grinning trouble maker to competent, psychologically sound cubicle occupant.
If you do it correctly, one day you'll be shouting at the top of your lungs and no one will care. Just another normal day at the office.


Dude, you're putting too much effort into this. I'm sure Mrs. Johnson wouldn't give a shit about much of anything you did, really, as long as you made sure to get the leaves out of the deep end.

>> ^demon_ix:
If I had a lighter, it would be lit and moving repeatedly from left to right as my mouth was shouting "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" as loud as it could.
Being at work, however, I'll curb my enthusiasm to a simple upvote and this cheerful comment


I'm at work, I have a lighter and I am shouting "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."

The key to getting away with wild office behavior is the same method used in high school to go from being an A student, getting yelled at by dad for getting an A-, to a C student, getting a "Well at least he passed" when you get a D: First, make people believe you are a crazy, yet still an effective worker -- this may take some time, maybe even up to a year, to achieve. Then slowly increase the loudness of your outbursts. If your coworkers give you annoyed looks, you've jumped the gun -- slow it down, work on erratic behavior, and always, ALWAYS have the ability to change your expression from insane grinning trouble maker to competent, psychologically sound cubicle occupant.

If you do it correctly, one day you'll be shouting at the top of your lungs and no one will care. Just another normal day at the office.

That sweater is a crime.

My office at work is actually in an old dairy barn. Where my desk sits was once a pen for a dairy cow. I have been reminded not to refer to my cubicle as a "stall". I refuse to comply on this matter.

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>> ^rougy:
Face it: the Republicans and "free market" whores have fucked us.
They've been fucking us for thirty years.
Admit it, cons: you lost.
You're wrong.
And worst of all, you're DANGEROUS.


how am I dangerous? I work 9-6 in a cubicle, have never been in a fight, never stole a single thing in my life, advocate a strict philosophy of non-violence and human rights, and pay enough in taxes to feed, shelter, and clothe at least five other humans a year.

LOL! I was thinking the same thing, I was watching it in my cubicle and I almost yelled out "Scorched Earth" when I saw it! I loved that game, I remember having a bunch of people over and playing it on my old 386 for hours! Ahh good times...

I much prefer Indigo Prophecy's take on the angry, violent cubicle occupant.

Reminds me of going to work in the morning, but instead of reindeer there are cubicles.

>> ^Sarzy:
Good stuff. Watch this if you're not sure what this is referring to.


Sorry but...

there's also this clip of Stewie getting real angry in an office and he then smashes a computer with his keyboard and it flies over his cubicle... Watch this if you're not sure what this is referring to...


Come on! Family Guy is not edgy because all their jokes are pop culture references! Yes, the original grape stomping video was funny, but not if -all- you are doing is recycling it...

The problem with Chomsky is every other word out of his mouth is a lie or distortion. No one who knows his shtick has the time to correct him so usually they just ignore him.

I'm not sure conservatives know what real socialism is. It's just a word they were told as children to scare them under the bed.

A socialist believes that people live (and work) to serve the State and that the State--not God, nature or the virtue of human birth--is the source of inalienable rights.

What it means at street level is some pencil-pusher in a cubicle decides whether your living freely is in the budget; if it ain't, you're screwed.