Ladies and Gentlemen...the reason I'm turning away from American metal music........oh, and Metallica...GET ON THE F**KING WHEEL.
My own bubble of cyber space to inscribe my less-then-conventional thought patterns as they arise.
MSN posted today that the Duggar horde has announced the gender of their 18th which immediately had me fighting back waves of nausea and screaming "we don't care!" in the vain attempt that it might actually break the link to the news article.I may have posted this before, but I don't care...it's worth it...and it's been along week so bluntly, I'm going to be CHEST DEEP in internet porn, Xbox, and Booooooze.
(ugh....and homework)
Okay....now apparently the justice system will love you if you have children:
"As I lie in bed each morning and ask myself why I should put both my feet on the floor there are precious few reasons I've been able to come up with. Chance ... Scotch. It's too early to drink but people it is never to early to think about it..."
So the economy is completely in the toilet, my company is undergoing some procedural changes that may or may not leave me with employment, and I'm heading back to school. I guess when it rains, it floods. Talk about lining up all the planets for a personal-finance disaster.
I've gone and done it. I've registered for classes that begin next Monday to begin a two year A.A. degree in Deaf Studies. This is the only thing I could pull up at the moment, but hopefully I can make it work for me.
So what happens when you've completed everything on your checklist of things to do in an HR job?Another video where I was amazed at the epic fail involved.
However, it does remind me of winter, which I can't wait to get here because I'm tired of living in a scorching apartment because the powers that be decided long ago that "Seattle never gets hot enough to install central air into an apartment building".
Whatever!
I would buy Daniel Simpson (assailant) breakfast at Denny's for this fine night's work.
Kudos to the Noel Gallagher pusher, you're the man!
Daniel Simpson, the "Oasis-truly-eats-a-bag-of-dicks-and-I'm-not-gonna-stand-for-it-anymore" hero.

In flipping through random profiles on MySpace and FaceBook, I've noticed things that probably shouldn't piss me off, but the inevitably do anyway, and I'm sure most people in my situation can agree.
This is making fun of the unholy poster sets called "Successories". Believe it or not, there isn't one building on any Army installation anywhere that isn't littered with this ineffective bull crap. I'm not sure how the people that make motivational propaganda sleep at night knowing that they're catering to a very small, very spineless section of the population.
I've long been pondering putting in a memoriam section for those individuals who pass away that I have great respect for, and I didn't honestly see the first one go to Don LaFontaine, the King of Hollywood Voice Overs.