Granted, I stayed up far too late last night, but today's people seem to be either so staggeringly stupid that I can't be bothered to mock them for it, or their requests are so incredibly labyrinthine that I can't freaking parse them. I'm only halfway down my coffee cup, and I'm already grabbing the monitor and growling, "ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER."

I've now made out a 25-item to-do list for today/this week. None of the items include stuff like "find a new job". I suppose I need a 26th item....

Are you okay?

I am mostly. I'm just bemused, I think. She's going because she's hurt and upset and I get it. I was an ass and what I said was tactless and hurt her feelings. But COME ON.

How did I do this work thing before?

You kept thinking, "oooh! paycheck!"

I've tried to suss out her logic on more than one occasion, but mostly it just makes my brain leak out of my ear. She's really just a parrot for things she hears on Rush Limbaugh and Glenn Beck, and I don't think she's got an original political thought.

Well, that sorta' makes sense, in that part of Limbaugh's shtick is that all liberals are really communists who hate the rich and big corporations and liberals want to control your lives blah blah blah. According to Limbaugh, environmentalism is just one more tool of liberal commies to attack big corporations and bring about a worker's paradise. Run by liberals. Or something.

You kept thinking, "oooh! paycheck!"

Right! Man, I got used to being my own kept woman.

Notice I'm not actually showering, or anything.

Going. Really. Now.

Delta Kappa Epsilon: GI Joes and Barbie Hoes Party - Guys Wear Camo, Girls Wear Pink.

HA! This is funny, if you're me, and just spent the evening discussing constructs of college age/late adolescence masculinity.

My laughter is tinged with academic authori-TAY. (ETA: also, @@)

Coyotes in downtown Chicago speaks to the incredible adaptability of the coyote. (I don't think that coyotes were particularly prevalent in Illinois, say, 200 years ago. Possibly because the wolves kept them in check.)

I really had to get back to the capital quickly so I'm not sure I had time to fry her up. In fact, I'd just been looking for taxi service when one guy sent me to another place and the preacher had his way with me. The town hooker saw me after I'd burnt them all to a crisp and offered to give me some clothes. It was about when I was asking for something less revealing than the leopard print swimsuit she was wearing when she went postal.

You should write a book or a treatment for a film. Nathan Fillion would play the preacher. Just 'cause.

Haven't seen this week's yet. I'm almost grateful my TiVo's been fucking up channel changing (top IR transceiver got knocked out of place, and I didn't check until just now) since that means less TV waiting for me.

We had to get rid of the IR tranceiver thingie and switching to a cable that plugged into the back. I think it was called a serial connection. Scott seems to recall that we couldn't find confirmation that serial connection was supported for our brand of cable box, but it did work. Eventually, we got rid of the cable box, so we don't even have that any more. The IR thingie didn't work well for us, because the kids were always knocking it out of place.

Remember the "light-rail coyote" in Seattle (or was it Portland?) about 5-7 years back?

So, yelling at a co-worker that things were done in a certain way because they were gone and we needed to make progress. The reality is how it is, stop telling me it should never have been done that way when you weren't here to do it. - maybe not the best way to start off the day

OTOH great release for my mood.

End result: me: "He doesn't like it, assign the issue back to him and let him deal with fixing it. It is still due this morning."