realexplodingcat | Futurist of the Day

Today, while rummaging around in piles of rubbish looking for something to eat,

krasota found an issue of an old trade magazine for which I worked as an editorial intern back in my young, dashing, and altogether sexy past. I traveled a minimum of an hour and fifteen minutes--car, train, and walking--from the suburbs in which I grew up to this job in Center City Philadelphia. Not long into the first real commute of my life, I decided this lifestyle was invented by masochistic idiots. Still, I did end up doing quite a lot of commuting both in and out of Philly and all over the Washington DC area. However, now, as you may know, through a carefully calibrated accidental combination of both fortunate and unfortunate circumstances, I actually no longer have a commute. I telecommute. Over 11 years ago, published in that very periodical

krasota pulled from a rubbish pile that may or may not have been edible, was an article I wrote declaring telecommuting to be the way of the future. If you aren't bored yet, you may wish to read the article.

P.S. Here's a shout out to my homey

flynnk with whom I shared that first commute. "Memo to myself: do the dumb things I gotta do. Touch the puppet head."