Killing me Microsoftly with PowerPoint
By Julia Keller
Chicago Tribune cultural critic
January 5, 2003
Halftime.
Your football team is behind — way, way behind — and there's a feeling in
the locker room of heavy, clotted gloom. Everyone slouches on the floor against
lockers and benches. Doom-induced lethargy pervades the place. Even the towels
are too limp to swat at a teammate's derriere.
And then the coach appears. Moving purposefully to the center of the room, he
eyes the despairing players. He rubs his hands together as if they were kindling
for inspiration.
At this point, the coach can:
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