... feeling like you have no marketable skills, talents, or knowledge.
July 10th, 2004
I'm re-reading a David Drake novel titled Redliners right now. It's about a strike company that's been in the field too long and are worn so thin they're not safe to be around any more. All that's left of them is edge; they're still razor-sharp, but brittle.
I think I know, at least in part, how they feel.
Once upon a midnight dreary...
See also this, which appears to be the original upon which the above was based.
DALEK INVASION OF DAGOBAH, Scene 1
[FX: Dalek starship lands. Ramp extends; Dalek glides down ramp. Yoda emerges from between two giant trees.]
Dalek: Exterminate!
Yoda, calmly: Conquer this world, you will not. To your homeworld return.
Dalek, enraged: We will conquer all! Exterminate! Exterminate!
[FX: Muddy splash]
Dalek: Exterm--<glub glub glub>
[FX: bubbles slowly stop]
Yoda, smugly: Told you, I did, hm?