Jason, a coworker within earshot of my cube, has had to suffer through my recent and inappropriately-timed outbursts of, "Number One! Prepare for EMERGENCY SAUCER SEPARATION!"

He has it coming though; he has a Star Trek ship on his desk, which occasionally emits a tinny, waiflike, weapon-fire sound.

Rick, slightly more distantly located in the cube farm, seems to be consumed lately with sending me instant messages, in a huge sans-serif font, saying, "YOU ARE A CEREBRAL ASSASSIN!!!!"

Nobody, least of all us, knows what the hell we're talking about, but then it's never really about the content itself. It's about finding ways to confuse and mildly-amuse your fellow work captives; something like the entire scope and premise of this blog.