Also, I'm Going to Take This Opportunity to Bitch, Briefly

Right now, I could not hate these people more if they were actually, honest-to-goodnes Nazis, transported here through space and time. I know that probably sounds excessive, but I am really tired of the smarmy attitude and all the rest. I don't care if they succeed or fail. In fact, I would prefer they fail. I'm considering renting for the rest of my life. That way I would never contribute to the paychecks of these people, or people like them. I could also, concievably pay cash for a home, but let's be realistic... I'd be 90 by the time I had enough liquid funds to do that.

I'm going to put somebody in a coma today.

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You Also Might Enjoy My Other Endeavors

Or, if you're British, "endeavours."

The reason it's been a week between posts was that I've been collaborating on It's Still Football, a blog dedicated to the fact that we really like football, and are willing to make fun of the Arena Football League. It's like smack addicts who start injecting heroin into their eyeballs when they run out of veins. Or something. I stole that line, and I've been looking for an excuse to use it.

Anyway, we think we're amusing. Check it out?

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In Other News...

Apparently, there's something that makes the core of the Hancock Building a total wind-tunnel. You can't feel it in the standard elevators, but it's like they're testing the aerodynamics of the service elevator. And the drop in pressure is so precipitous in the emergency stairwells, that one can't actually close the doors, if one were to open the door to see what the sound of rushing wind is coming from.

So that's interesting.

Also interesting is that, since I was bundled up like Tenzig Norgay this morning, it now looks like I stole Barry Melrose's hair. Let me tell you, this is not a good look for me. Barry can get away with it, but I don't believe that I can. Clearly, I need a haircut.

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