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Got another catalog from Eyesore today. I’m a slave to their marketing department. My address is their property, which they abuse at their leisure. My role is to carry their catalog from the mailbox to the house, tear off the address label and fax it to the EyeSore circulation department, which probably doesn’t exist (I believe their fax machine is positioned carefully above a dumpster in a backroom closet of the office, undisturbed save for the weekly emptying of accumulated unsub requests). And then I discard the catalog unopened, and feel victimized about the whole process for a few days (at which point, the next catalog appears, with sickly clipart urging me to buy, buy, buy). Gad.