Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

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Krisis has been creating Crushing Krisis since 2000, writing songs since 1996, and reading comics since 1991. He is a Customer Success and Digital Brand Strategy executive, serial organizer, parent, and feminist, among other things. Based in Philly through 2017, he now resides in Wellington, NZ.

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In comments on a MetaFilter post about Democratic Presidential hopeful Howard Dean insinuating that President Bush and his advisors had advanced warning about the 9/11 attacks, there is an interesting link to a extensively footnoted timeline of the President’s actions on the morning of September 11th. I not only admire the extensive research presented here, but am rather more apalled than usual at the picture it paints of the President — rather than implying knowledge, it would seem to actually imply that no one thought to interrupt his grade-school photo-op in order for him to act as a the Commander in Chief during the most major foreign orchestrated attack on American soil since Pearl Harbor.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2003/12/107074426798247507/

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Well, my Sunday estimate of 17/30 pages done wound up being a bit of an understatement, as a week of all-nighters (and, shockingly, more than a couple wake-uppers) just concluded with the completion of an unintentionally lengthy PR paper about Dracula and his effect on Romanian tourism, which clocked in at sixteen double-spaced pages. Not monstrous, but still the third longest paper i’ve written at Drexel, and long enough to meet the class’s Grad-student length requirement even though I took it as an undergrad.

Add that to my Directing analysis and my discussion of France and the forces Globalization, plus four sundry reponse papers that Aim and I managed to dash off at the last possible second, and I come to a grand total of seven assignments, accounting for 15,329 words over 43 total pages, researched from 37 cited sources, compiled over seven days of intermittent work, including one three hour hit-n-run at Penn’s library with Erika, two separate login names to the Drexel library eResource site, and a total of over two solid days’ worth of reading and writing.

I’m tempted to go downstairs to do some shots as celebration, but i was just informed that i owe my Ethics Professor another paper by Monday. Since when can a Professor make me do a paper that I want to drop as my lowest grade? Just drop the friggin’ zero, goddamnit, I was smart enough to do well on the first two. I have half a mind to turn in a blank piece of paper; she’s from the philosphy department, maybe she’ll find me ironic. Not to mention that I have about three hundred pages of reading to do on Sunday and Monday to prepare for my PolySci final, as I skipped about three weeks of class because i found it to be insipid.

Okay, maybe just one shot…

https://crushingkrisis.com/2003/12/107065135367374612/

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We break the radio-silence of Term-Paper-Hell-Week to bring you this important bulletin: Record Kingdom, my oft–lamented but still–beloved co-op employer from 2002, is apparently going out of business! Lindsay and I haven’t spoken to any of our former co-workers yet, but we were both sad to hear about it; though we didn’t exactly pledge our undying allegiance to RK, we spent a lot of long hours trying to make them a more organized, more profitable company.

Details of the sale impressed upon me how much work really goes into an eBusiness — L and I were around for much of that development, but i could never so easily rattle it off. Lindsay alone is probably responsible for a third of all of the audio samples they have on their site, and i think i had entered more than five thousand record summaries in the six months of my employment.

It’s funny, because i joke at Admissions events that the best part of working for an eBusiness as an intern is that if the company goes under it’s an educational experience rather than a occupational crisis. However, even over a year removed from my experience i am sad to think of someone other than Steve answering the phone, or someone other than Train pricing up the records. For half a year Lindsay and I were essential to records getting bagged, and bar coded, and shelved, and filling and boxing orders, and even sometimes opening the building in the morning; it’s hard to picture the evidence of that disappearing.

As a note, i can’t even begin to imagine what they’re asking for the whole operation. On one hand, the cheapest records they have in stock (out of 35k+ onsite alone) are $4, and they have an obsessive international customer base. On the other, a lot of the $4-$8 records were bought for pennies on the dollar, and the customer base obviously wasn’t quite enough to fund the four to eight employees it took to keep everything running smoothly. If you know any big record resellers or eBusiness tycoons, have them give a call — it’s a rock solid operation.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2003/12/107057195429775198/

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Good lord, if i had to write seventy five hundred highly critical, super observant words about theatre every term i think i’d grow to loathe it altogether. I mean, for heaven’s sake, they’re made up people! And, i have to have them act the whole damn thing out in my head, since i only directed one scene from the damned play.

Anyhow, three days spent largely locked in the house with Erika, and 17 of 30 total pages due-by-Friday complete in my campaign to get Winter vacation started sooner than later.

Speaking of whom, we decided a few things while we were in the mall for five hours on Black Friday. Namely: The 80’s are not coming back, no way, no how, we deny that anyone even contemplated it. The color palette was too all-over-the place, the fashions were altogether unflattering, and the music was drenched in too much reverb. We realize that we’re on a two-decade spin cycle, and that the 90’s just rehashed the 70’s, but we don’t care.

Furthermore, women’s clothing with a single initial letter monogrammed over the breast is fucking dumb. I repeat: fucking dumb. We reserve the right to mock any such walking fashion faux-pas until she bursts into mascara-trailing tears. However, please note that giant letters worn across the whole of your chest are highly acceptable, as long as they are at least two thirds as wide as they are tall.

And, for the record, eight straight hours of dissecting a single nineteen page play is not good for one’s overall sanity. Or eyesight. It is good for one’s desire not to write the other thirteen pages starting on Thursday after Friends, though.

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