I hate bloggers that post about how long it’s been since they posted last, or post to say that they’re going to post soon. It bugs.
As I have a post that is in the “Draft” section that will be posted in due time, and I don’t like leaving my audience hanging, oh my brothers, I will tell you about a little conversation that happened here at work that solidifes my desire to leave this place.
The boss’s sidekick, who I’ll call Puck, was in the store yesterday. He and I were chatting about random BS when he started talking about Bill Clinton’s book. I didn’t really have an interest in reading it until I read a short breakdown of certain parts of the book today online. At any rate, Puck starts ranting about how Clinton is responsible for 9/11, and all the problems we’re having today. I don’t know that I’ve ever bit my tongue as hard as I did.
He went on to point out that Black Hawk Down was supporting evidence for this. A movie. Hollywood. Ridley Fucking Scott. I mean, this guy thought that Tangering Dream would improve Legend. Granted, this guy did bring us Alien, but following Puck’s logic, does this also mean that taouching down on foreign planets could result in parasitic aliens taking over space craft? I think not.
Bottom line, I can’t work for conservatives anymore. It’s taxing on the soul. I’d love to tell these people exactly how I feel, but I don’t think it would accomplish much except alienate me, and piss them off. God forbid someone disrupts their status quo.
On a sidenote, on a rerun of Conan O’Brien I saw this morning, Conan paused after a joke, the camera zoomed in for a close up, and do you know what Conan said?
“Boobie”