My Job

Yes, I have one!

I've been working at Panera Bread for the last six months, guys. It's fun, if you enjoy dealing with people. Rodents.
Lately, I've been "closing" the place almost every night and it's a taxing endeavor in the best of times. It's mind-numbing torture, mostly.
But this is not the point of this post. Nein! The point of this post is to allude to my true job, keeping you informed about what's truly important. Something I haven't been very good at doing consistently over the last months. Ah, school and work got in the way. What a terrible thing, yes? At least my excuse isn't, "I was too wasted to post last night! We partied so hard! Raaagh araahghghgh!!!"
Because I'm not like that. What? I'm not.

I will try to do better. But I've given up on promises. Still, with the amount of material I posted on here in '08, I've probably got a novellla going, at least. I would say, "Maybe I should write a short on Palin's rise and the resulting furthered destruction of the remainder of our collective humanity?" I'd consider it a waste of time, however. Palin isn't worth the sweat on my sweaty bum. Yeah, I've placed a value on bum sweat. Palin falls somewhere far below scrotum grease. But still above whatever collects on Karl Rove's scalp. My God, what a shiny orb! He must wax.

It's been a fun two years, running this thing. The Stone Thrower has fallen into decay, I'm afraid. All that means is that I'll have to pull out my defibrilator and jumpstart this puppy.
I'm all uber it.

Here's to another 10.