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This week in the Odyssey, we give you the gift of choice.
You see, each and every month, literally two or
three among our clamoring readership of ten or twelve write in expressing sentiments much like the following:
"Listen, Tangent-Boy, it seems that you have a slight tendency to, shall we say, umm, well, exaggerate things. I don't want to
call you a liar, but, well, you're a liar. Also, you tend to ramble on and on about things that really don't seem to make
much sense. Perhaps you could try something novel and just give us the dang facts for a change?
Would that be so terribly difficult, falafel-face?"
Ignoring, for the moment, the oddly caustic tone (and the strangish tendency to compare bits of my anatomy to traditional Middle Eastern
fare -- "Pita pits?" "Tahini toes?" "Hummus hair?" Has somebody been spending too much time at Ye Olde House Of Gyros?), we
here at the Odyssey wholeheartedly applaud the overarching message. Yes, sometimes I do look like a shish-ke-bab.
Be that as it may, my souvlaki-shinned friends, we've decided to offer you an option in this week's installment. You can opt for the
standard digressions, half-truths, almost-truths, and not-even-close-to-truths that comprise the traditional Office Odyssey Experience. Or, you can
go for something entirely new -- The "All Facts, All The Time" Anti-Odyssey! Heck, if you're a glutton for punishment, you can even try both. The choice
is yours alone! Choose wisely... |
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