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Dispatch from DesWorld #4
Apr. 22nd, 2005 06:23 pmDes harbors an intense dislike for a National Park Service bureaucrat with the unlikely name of Brian Ullensvang, who we work with on a project that we're doing for the Presidio. Brian is not our client. Unfortunately, he has veto-power over reports we submit to the Presidio - a power that he delights in using. Last week, Des sent me an email regarding Brian's criticisms of our latest report (a lake remediation scheme), which Des opened with a highly amusing rant:
Once again the protagonists gather around the storied lake, a bucolic oasis and dog-walkers haven set within the bustling metropolis. Amidst empty entreaties of environmental remediation and habitat restoration, a bitter and pedantic feud festers between the National Park Service's legions of hell, and the sorry minions of URS. Separated from their floating holiday, the minions must endure even more Machiavellian evil from the sinister Ullensvang - a [*] bureacratic droid of immense rancour. The client, impotent: unable to respond to the self-aggrandizing, Kafkesque intrigues of Ullensvangian pedantry, rely instead upon a failed policy of appeasement - like Chamberlain before them.
"I have here a memorandum-of-understanding from Chancellor Herr Ullensvang - there will be no clapper rails in Mountain Lake!"
Hollow words from hollow men who lack the testicular horsepower to dethrone the arch ghoul from his illicit throne.
But - I refuse to become embittered or disillusioned.
Added funny: I never received this email in its original form. This is because the original form included the word "penis-less" where the [*] is. The word "penis" tripped the humorless URS corporate firewall & the email was deleted.
Dispatch from DesWorld #3.
Dispatch from DesWorld #5.
And Happy Earth Day, everyone.
Once again the protagonists gather around the storied lake, a bucolic oasis and dog-walkers haven set within the bustling metropolis. Amidst empty entreaties of environmental remediation and habitat restoration, a bitter and pedantic feud festers between the National Park Service's legions of hell, and the sorry minions of URS. Separated from their floating holiday, the minions must endure even more Machiavellian evil from the sinister Ullensvang - a [*] bureacratic droid of immense rancour. The client, impotent: unable to respond to the self-aggrandizing, Kafkesque intrigues of Ullensvangian pedantry, rely instead upon a failed policy of appeasement - like Chamberlain before them.
"I have here a memorandum-of-understanding from Chancellor Herr Ullensvang - there will be no clapper rails in Mountain Lake!"
Hollow words from hollow men who lack the testicular horsepower to dethrone the arch ghoul from his illicit throne.
But - I refuse to become embittered or disillusioned.
Added funny: I never received this email in its original form. This is because the original form included the word "penis-less" where the [*] is. The word "penis" tripped the humorless URS corporate firewall & the email was deleted.
Dispatch from DesWorld #3.
Dispatch from DesWorld #5.
And Happy Earth Day, everyone.
