JFC and other useful euphemisms

This week has been one pain in the mufuckin ass. I hate computers and am surrounded by them. It's my job.

I guess that makes me an idiot.

I don't know what I want to be when I grow up, but I am feeling more and more inclined that it has nothing to do with computers.

You reading this? You know me? you got suggestions? I got 2 ears open wide like a recent manhole theft. 200lbs of missing insight just waiting to be recycled... again.

When I was a kid I wanted to work for NASA. When I was an adult I had an opportunity to do so, but I didn't want to move to the south. Again - idiot.

The best thing about my current state of employ is that it deals with the aging community. As long as people keep getting older and applying for assistance, I have work. SO what does that mean for you?

Don't go and suck off a shotgun, because I'm relying on you to age sufficiently to become not only a reader, but what I may consider to be job security.

No pressure.

blog time, no... see?

In an amusing and convenient coincidence of fate, I was reading a friend's blog which I hadn't visited in a while and noticed he had linked to me. Great.. I haven't been there for nearly a year. So I went to see what my last post had been and it was about bears.

We're here! We're Clear! We don't want anymore bears!

Just so happens that last night that bear officially returned from hibernation to re-molest my trash can. The problem is... the can's at my front door, and I would hate to just happen upon an 800lb bushel of hairy, hungry muscles.

I gotsta get me some more ammonia.

On the plus side (not talking about mu-mus) I blew my back out this weekend mulching my yard. Not a plus that my back's out, but the home looks pretty sweet.