semantics.

once upon a time, i believe i made reference to my strange and undying love for words, reference to the fact that i collect them in the way many people collect memories or conquests. "halcyon" makes me blush. "asphyxiate" giggle uncontrollably. "liquid"...well. you probably don't want to know. the point is that i love words. not in some weird, uber-literate snobbish kind of way, but just purely for their aesthetic (another word i love!) value, and the mystery that is our ability to use these strange creatures as languages, as labels for thought...

but i digress.

in my current place of employment, despite my fancy-sounding job title, i'm little more than a glorified copywriter/editor. i write a lot. promotional materials, mostly. both internal and external. and writing for corporate purposes is a completely different animal than writing...oh..anything else. not better, not worse, but with the vast overuse of such words as "quality." "commitment." "team." and all these other fucking words that i simply can't being myself to use anymore because i've had to use them so many times they've lost their meaning.

and nobody here seems to think this is a tragedy but me. i don't think they understand.

which means score one more hatchmark in the column of "company freak!" for miss shivery. it's a title i wear with pride and not a bit of smugness, and plenty of polysyllabic glee. after all, if i'm going to be forced to sit back and act as a spectator at the death of my soul, i might as well get some sort of title to go with it.