No, I still don’t have Internet at work.  As a matter of fact, the nice lady who came up to fix my computer was also given the finger by my hard drive, and I was informed that she’d have to reload Windows XP on my system.  Terrific.  So obviously, once again, no blogging at lunch.  Once again, no goofy news, and no distractions from regular work, which is actually quite good, since I’ve been slammed the past two days.

The deer blood is still decorating my car.  It’s too cold to wash it, and I’m too lazy to drive to the car wash.  I’m really too lazy to do anything except sit around in bed and blog this afternoon… well… that and watch my obese silver cat flirt with my obese lab.  After five minutes of the cat rubbing himself against the lab’s face, he’s settled down between Gilbert’s two front paws, and Gilbert is peacefully resting his furry lab head on the cat’s furry butt.  I’m sure this is much more gay interspecies erotica than you ever wanted to read about, but it’s funny, and I’m postponing telling you the best headline of the day.

From the list of phrases that sound dirty, but really aren’t we have the following to join gems such as:  “I broke my g-string while fingering a minor” (Guitar references, you pervs!)…

Obama to Tap Clinton After Thanksgiving

The visual is disturbing enough, but when you think that this Megalomaniacal Marxist will be our Secretary of State… I don’t know about you guys, but the nausea is getting the best of me.

I’m curious.

Wasn’t Obama supposed to be the epitome of HopeandChangitude?  Wasn’t he riding his newyness and inexperience in Washington like a porn star rides a….?  Hope and change my ass!  There’s no change!  He’s bringing the same stale shit to the White House that’s been in DC forever.  Clinton.  Daschle. Emmanuel.  Sheesh.  That’s change we can believe in.