Back in the Soup

Happy Monday! (not really)
It's good to be back on the job (such a joker am I)
The weekend was faboo! (I'm lying here...I must be Ms. Isuzu ~ obscure advert joke from 80's Pop culture)
Saturday blew and sucked simultaneously, which is, in and of itself, a miraculous feat, if it weren't so damned pathetic. Work from 8 am until I couldn't take it anymore (6:30 pm). I'm supposed to work 12 hours, but have the option to get the hell out if it slows down to a crawl (ergo: the morons run out of things to call after hours about or we've run out of morons to call us...I think it's the former because the world will never never NEVER have a shortage of fucking morons.
Yes, I'm honing my misanthropy and my rage this morning...
Lew came over Saturday night. He's deeply worried and bummed about the living arrangement situation. Pondering over what few options he has. If at least one of us was even moderately wealthy, there would be no problem, really. But since we're both dirt poor, the situation is currently rather grim. DAMN, why can't things ever be easy?
We did go look at the place across from Steph's house. It's really nice, but Lew is concerned about it being so far away from everything. It may not work for him to move the daughter and grandcutie there without the rent being relatively low.
The boss just came up for her morning discourse. I sent her packing. She always wants a detailed report of how things are going 10 fucking minutes after I sit down at my desk. Listen, you poor excuse for a manager and human being, you disgrace to the Female Tribe, you subhuman joke ~~ I have no idea 'how we lookin' at the moment. I'm not even AWAKE. Talk to the hand 'cos the face don't wanna hear it... On second thought, don't even talk to my hand as it's too tempted to bitch slap you back into your office.
I love my job (another statement from Ms. Isuzu).
I still wish that I could just pack up, give this state the finger and drive away into the sunset. It may still happen...perhaps sooner than I would think.

Know Your Enemy

Rev. Flip Benham

National Director

Operation Rescue

P.O. Box 740066

Dallas, TX 75374

214/907-2280

Operation Rescue (OR), the notorious anti-abortion group
begun in 1988 by evangelical ex-used car salesman Rev.
Randall Terry, specializes in blocking access to targeted
clinics and subjecting patients, physicians and staff to
intimidation and harassment. A queasy mixture of far-right
fundamentalist Protestants and reactionary Catholics, the
membership includes many who would criminalize all forms of
contraception and suppress all family planning information
other than exhortations to abstinence. During the 1992
election, Randall Terry warned his followers that "to vote
for Bill Clinton is to sin against God." With Clinton in
office, Operation Rescue has shifted its focus to include
opposition to civil rights for gays and lesbians. OR has
also been known to launch attacks on the arts. In 1990
Boston-area members tried to block access to Serrano's "Piss
Christ" at the Klein Gallery, and threatened to blockade
Boston University's Photographic Resource Center. In
February 1994, Rev. Flip Benham of the Free Methodist
Church took over the directorship of the organization from
Keith Tucci, who left to found a separate ministry, the Life
Coalition, in Melbourne, Florida. Call or write for a copy
of OR's National Rescue Update.

Barry!

So he's interested in playing some American gigs.
Can you imagine him playing the Handlebar? Can you imagine him walking down the street in Downtown Greenville dressed like this, quite possibly with his own theme music playing for all to hear and tremble at in awe?

It's a slim chance...but it's at least a chance.

Goff??

You're a Velvety-Mopey-Goth! You're wardrobe isn't condusive to heat, water, or the natural range of human movement. People may think you're cheesy, but you know it's just because their infantile minds can't fully comprehend the insurmountable anguish of your existence

What kind of Goth would you be?
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Archangels

Gabriel. You're most like the ArchAngel of Communication, in charge of things like telephones, libraries, internet, and the 411 phone menu. You're organised and are not shy about inflicting that organisation on others.
( beefy angel pic )

Pippin

Is it the Scottish accent?
Is it because he's yet another Boyd?
Is it because I find his portrayal as Peregrin Took spot on?
Dunno..but I dig Billy Boyd.
( WHO?? )