We Gotta Get Out of This Place, If It's The Last Thing We Ever Do.

Has anyone else noticed that my last two posts were
on the brink of the violent side?

I think it's the cubicle.

I think I am the Michael Bolton of my office. Not Michael Bolton the Grammy-Winning Ass Clown. I mean Michael Bolton the Gangsta-Rap Appreciating, Printer-Pounding Computer Nerd From "Office Space".

So rather than write a program meant to bring down my company one-tenth of a penny at a time, I will just sit here and write and daydream about the deaths of the Religious Right until the first week of April.

Damn, it feels good to be a gansta.