"We're from the government, and we're pains in the ass."

I don't need to be bitched at for disagreeing with the government, thanks.

Said to the boss: "I think it's onerous and stupid for us to have to redline every fucking change we make to this 50 page document that they said changes needed to be made to. they asked for the changes - they can either trust our cover letter, or they can read the whole fucking thing."

The point where it all falls down is his fucking paper-happy bullshit. There are probably 7 revisions of this fucking thing on his desk, parts of them on mine with handwritten notes on them... so i finally laid out the solution: "when you're done fucking around with it, i'll go through, line by line, and mark every change by hand, because the government is a bunch of lazy assholes (and you're too fucking flighty to adhere to whatever change management process I've tried to implement)."

No Hope for the Future

"But if you're going every single meal you're a disgusting piece of crap." - Marty Beckerman

Rebecca Traister's interview with another angry young man without anything meaningful to contribute is baffling. Did Salon suddenly cozy up with the Christian Right to share this swill with your readers? I've got a short stack of composition books full of angst, sexual frustration and fantasy, but I don't drop Dave Barry's name once, so I guess they're going to remain dust-collectors.

Oh, wait, they're just well-phrased juvenile bitchfests. Apparently, there's a market for that.

If Mr. Beckerman hadn't admitted to having a girlfriend he "fucks," I would have recommended chronic masturbation and perhaps amateur alcoholism as a means to lightening the fuck up.

While he may not be the old fogey on the golf course, he certainly seems to play one on TV. Get that whippersnapper off of my lawn.

Lots of threes around here. . .

Happy Birfday, aishlynn!

*Mwah!*

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[blame ruhiel for this:

"I believe you have my stapler..."

Red Swingline staplers are love.