One of my readers who works for the CSX corporation told me yesterday that her company’s firewall now excludes HOLE. It seems that the comic is now too “adult” and they were afraid that there weren’t any working there. (Even allowing for wildly varying values of the word “adult”, it’s hard to see the humor here as remotely approximating anything grown-up.)
I am sorry that she will have to forego reading the comic until she gets home, just as I am sorry for the rest of the folks working at CSX that they are (mostly) unable to remove their boobs, peckers, and fannies in the morning before work to better forget that they are actually human. I imagine that would make them more efficient workers — which is after all, everything any of us really want to be. (In case it didn’t translate, the previous two sentences were soaked with sarcasm.)
Now the one person in all this I am NOT sorry for is me. While I guess CSX’s decision doesn’t much affect me directly, it is the result of me following my own muses, and leaving the values of a whole swath of society I have no use for behind. (The values, not the swath. I’m sure they’re all very nice.) It’s liberating.
Very soon now I’m going to go upstairs and snuggle up with my wife and let the dog sleep on my feet and I’m going to be very, very happy. I will dream my happy dreams of killing zombies and copping a feel from Allison Hannigan, and even as I do, I will never forget that I am actually human.
I may be inefficient as hell, but I’m glad for who and what I am, and I’m happy.