come out come out wherever you are ...

I am applying for part time jobs (a fruitless endeavor, considering that I can't do about 95% of them for some reason or another (they want specific skills/I have no degree/no work references/involves too much standing/hours are inflexible/can't get wherever they are on public transit), but hey, why not, I don't need actual self-esteem, I got by without it for years) and cursing tallin's employers and their invisible checks. They must be invisible, because I keep getting assured that they WILL REALLY REALLY HONEST be in the mailbox TODAY PROMISE and yet I cannot see them. Possibly my eyeglass perscription is in error.

Coffeepot is still incontinent. It also is morphing into an attack coffeepot, because it decided to burn me. (You're fighting an attack coffeepot.)

This essay made me laugh. (Think Curious George compared with Brokeback Mountain in the style of a badly written composition essay. Go read it. It's hysterical.)

Good sandwich of the day: hummus + black olive + roasted red pepper + baby spinach leaves on a cheddar and pesto bagel.

look, a handbasket

New proposed bill allows students to opt out of /any/ material they might possibly find offensive, for /any/ reason.

Note to the world,

Sometimes things happen that we don't like, but we have to do them anyway. That's part of life. You can't just stick your thumbs in your ears and sing 'LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU' every time you encounter something that might make you think or consider life a little differently. Well, you CAN, but you'd look stupid, and I'm not sure you need help with that.

Sincerely,

Me.