weaktwos

First, like many, I feel compelled to briefly reflect on the Schiavo case.

I'm glad she is free from this world, now. If there is an afterlife, she can chill in style. If there is reincarnation, I say she gets a do-over. If there's nothingness, thank goodness she's not suffering anymore.

It's nearly 11pm. My night went more swiftly than planned. Time flies when you're having fun, kvetching of that which you have nothing to do with, or simply lusting after sexy new telecommunications hardware.

Anyway, back to Schiavo. I wish her and her family peace. I hope they find it. And then there's my smartass component, which half wonders if the Schindlers will appeal her death.

Bless their hearts, they are clueless motherfuckers. Yes, that's my opinion. I could be wrong. I could be right. I may be crazy. But I just may be the lunatic you're looking for. Turn out the lights. Don't try to save me.

Yeah. Don't save me. Shoot me. I just channelled Billy Joel. And he's still alive. I bet he felt all dirty just about then.

Anyway, all actual news reports aside, the allegory South Park put forward was sublime.

In other news, My mother and I will attempt to see Sin City tomorrow night.

In other other news, I lament the incompetence of others.

In other other other news, I've had a really sublime week at work the past few weeks. It's been very busy, but I've been doing some really good work there. I've championed a few causes, and brought some issues to the attention of management. My boss is so cool. Sure, outside of work, we have different political views, but in the work place, we are sublime together. It's fantastic that she and I are on the same page. She's a good manager for me. I feel I can do the right thing, and she supports me. I appreciate that.