I'll tell you, things would change if I had one of these babies. Smugly helming my Polaris Nuclear Sub in the inflatable kiddy pool sitting on my front lawn, Wired would soon regret that extra five cents per word they agreed to pay me during my last contract negotiations. Just 120 words to go and I've got the $6.98 necessary to issue any demands of the organization that I can dream up, with two cents left over. My first tyrannical proclamation as a newly-armed nuclear employee? Jettisoning Wired HQ's Casual Dress Day for the far more casual 'Fellatio Friday'.
I always wanted this thing [Reas International]
