i don’t want to go to work tomorrow.
that about sums it up. it will just be another day of client complaints and technology gaffes beyond my control and general internet mayhem, and i’d just as soon not be a part of it all, thank you very much.
i think i’d rather enter a completely improbable, yet convenient, star-trek temporal anomaly and jump to thursday, where i will be on the road…on my way to a four-day vacation with dad and bike and lots of nothing, if that’s what i want (and i do).
unfortunately, we don’t live in the 24th century, and i have to finish this web site about pimple goo. how utterly realistic.
reality can be such a harsh mistress….
in an effort to create a kinder, gentler method of interrogating enemy soldiers, the US has resorted to something so sinister, so terrifying, that i’m certain i’ll be having nightmares for weeks to come.
i’m talking, of course, about Barney (your favorite purple dinosaur and mine).
it appears that iraqi soldiers are being forced to listen to Barney, as well as things like Metallica’s "Enter Sandman", in an effort to break their resolve and thus force them to spill the WMD beans, as it were. in the words of one US soldier (quoted in this week’s Newsweek):
"These people haven’t heard heavy metal before…They can’t take it."
who needs hans blix…we’ve got Barney! now, we might have issues with Barney and Colin Powell giving a joint address to the UN Security Council, but i’m sure Bush’s spin doctors could figure something out. after all, look at their boss.