So Doyce and I are talking on the phone about some gaming stuff, and he’s sounding kind of tired — which, since he was up until 1:30 in the morning doing gaming research wasn’t completely untoward — and we’re just about done, and signing off, and I can hear Jackie telling him to tell me something …
… and he mentions, casually, in passing, how he’s been laid off.
Gah!
So here’s me, guy, thinking good thoughts, saying some prayers, and blowing on my good dice that this turns out to be short-term and, even better, a gateway to bigger and better things, and we’re rooting for you guys and …
… and, jeez, that all sounds trite. And hackneyed. And cliched. And all those other words like that.
So if I think of anything better to say, I’ll say it. And if I don’t — well, just ’cause it’s trite, doesn’t mean it’s not true.