Friday. Yay.

I'm usually much more sprightly on Friday -- yes, sprightly. Don't mock my adjective choice. -- as I was saying, usually more sprightly but the Insane Headache from Hell is leeching away my good humor. It feels like a baby pachyderm has taken up residence in my sinuses.

Speaking of baby pachyderms! There's a new elephant calf at the Zoo and he's so cute! Elephants are such cool creatures; very bright, with complex social interactions. Plus, their skin feels neat. I love 'em.

The poll results were quite enlightening. I saw his vehicle yesterday morning and simply couldn't imagine what kind of person the driver was. (Hence the poll.) I had a feeling many women would have strong feelings/reactions to that set of decorative items, but was most curious to hear reactions from men. It was interesting to note that 2/3 of the male respondents question the driver's manhood. The remaining third assumed DriverDick was a Texan. However, we think Remaining One Third slipped the pollsters a PCP-laced spliff, so we're throwing out his answer.

Honestly, I don't understand why DriverDick has all that stuff on his truck. He simply can't be getting any action. Most of the women I know would see that truck and immediately run far far away, where his tiny micropenis could never follow.

I'm looking forward to Wonderfalls tonight, since it's the best thing that happened to Friday night since...well...since not having to work on Saturday, I guess.

Okay, back to the growing pile of shit work on my desk. Y'all kids be good, or at least be creative.

Edited because the Grammar had left the building, and I am all kinds of anal-retentive.

Minor pimpage

For the new community breathe_poetry. The co-mods post poetry, usually organized by a weekly theme. Commentary is encouraged, although everyone seems to be a bit shy so far.

It reminds me of my friend Stu. When we were in grad school, Stu became particularly annoyed with the spam and (humorless) jokes forwarded by other students. Stu is the most spectacularly vindictive individual I've ever known, and he patiently collected every email address that sent him jokes, only to send them weekly "Pome Notices" from his mammoth collection. (And yes, the misspelling was intentional.) The number of people who railed at the sight of one lowly poem their inbox but thought nothing of a dozen or more forwarded jokes astounded him and me.

There were some folks who liked getting Pome Notices, and he continued it for quite a while. Many such delightful pursuits end in time, but I like of breathe_poetry as a cousin of the Pome Notices. They make me think fondly of Stu. Dear Stu; warped, wicked, manipulative, coldly calculating, vengeful Stu. What a great guy.

Not a good person to piss off, but he threw a great barbecue.