Some of you may have heard of a little thing called MicroSoft Excel.

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Some of you might actually enjoy working with it, and feel as though it is the end all be all best way of gathering data in one place.  I for one can’t stand it. 

Don’t get me wrong, I’m flippin’ amazing with my fingers on Excel, and at the same time Excel makes me want to do unkind acts by default.  Simply put, Excel is one of the few things in life that at the sight of its existence I become full of a boiling rage, and it’s not pretty, but thankfully I write the rage out and it goes away.

So some of the fours of readers here might have noticed that I’ve been crabby, nasty, and or flat out cruel sounding these past few days, and or the last week and a half.  Particularly the post that I wrote about having had my credit card information stolen and used. 

When I wrote “I hope to find you (all) one day, and when I do find you, I will first drop you like a pineapple, then I will gut you, glue your jaw to your skull, and then use your head as a soccer ball, and then when I’m done playing around with it mail it to your mother on her birthday.” 

What I meant to say was that if I find you I will force you to work forever on an endless Excel spreadsheet in a dark room.