I swear to God, I don't know if I'm having an episode or if it's just that Monday a Monday.

I just keep getting these calls from assholes with questions I can't answer and nobody around here seems to be even halfway competent. And they don't care that I have to go back to these assholes, whose asshole-ishness has increased a thousandfold due to the INCREDIBLY LONG TIME they've been on hold while I attempt to chase down something to help them, and say "Yeah, evidently we're fucking morons here, sorry" and deal with a thousandfold asshole's half earned/half innate ire.

Tell me not to quit my job or set fire to the building ala Milton. Quick.

Don't set fire to the building unless you can make a lot of money providing hard-to-get items to the inmates in prison.

Telling us you're going to burn down the building could be considered malice aforethought.

You know in Star Wars when they jump into the garbage masher?

And they're all standing around complaining and bitching and thinking everybody else sucks? And then the walls start to move in just to make their day even worse?

And when that happens, you know how Chewie gives that really mournful, despairing growl/hoot thing he does?

Listen:

"RRRRRrrlllllllooooorrrrr!"

That is the sound of ultimate suffering. My heart made that sound when the six fingered man killed my father. MiracleMan makes that sound now.

Dammit, I was totally about to make that same movie reference.

Also, Hil! flea! That's where my father is right now! Well, not right now. He might be asleep right now. But you know what I mean.

Who has 10 cake pans though? Would the first two layers get stale while you baked the next 8

Do the same thing I do when I bake a Dobosh Torte. Bake 3 layers and then, using a very sharp knife, cut each layer into 3-4 smaller layers. Hella lot easier than 3 tablespoons into a layer pan and just try getting that out once you have to.

It occurs to me I've been nothing but a whiny little bitch today. Sorry, campers.

To make up for it: Missing NY Pastor Found in Ohio Strip Club

I feel sad for the preacher but it was worth it to follow this link

"I'm just glad it turned out the way it did," Green said. "We didn't have a body that was dead. We had a body that was talking."

and you are the cleverest whiny little bitch I've ever had the pleasure of sharing internet space with, MM. No need to apologize for necessary venting.

I can't walk by our new Indiana Jones standee without grinning like a schoolgirl. I was actually 12 when I first saw Raiders and when I look at Indy up there with that lopsided grin I am again in love with him.

Qestion: what makes you 12 again?

edit: well it's not so much a grin but it is lopsided

I just finished writing the rough draft for my post for my library's blog. For tomorrow. April fool's day. I went with silly, I hope it works. Up until now all our post have been relatively straight.