SWINGLINE MAN

133 – Wednesday, May 13, 2009 As ebon darkness blankets the sleepy little haven of New Port Richey, a murky silhouette is projected upward, centered in the laser light-beam projecting into the eastern sky - the shape is a familiar one – recognizable by all that are oppressed and persecuted – it can only be that shadowy outline of an office stapler, the SOS signal for none other than “Swingline Man” - his singular mission: to rescue correspondence emissaries, hopelessly trapped in the clutches of clerical office work, held as captives in the paperwork jungles of desk, lamp, and cyber-organizational tools, a.k.a. computers. It was my personal distress signal which beckoned his wondrous presence - I was the prisoner needing liberation. Suffering from severe documentary conflagration, drowning in the crucible of long-term secretarial incarceration, and exacerbated by acute filing exhaustion, I could only be saved by a masked crusader, clad in Spandex, who was single-handedly capable of the needed liberation by managing a morass of cellulose fibrous receptor-cons into a collection of neat and pristine manuscript storage devices. I’m missing a crucial item, however, the final missing-link of any successful summons – Darn it! – now where-in-the-heck did I mislay that decoder ring? This blog is also posted on: http://rlarrison.blogspot.com/ and http://myspace.com/rlarrison