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: