Tempest in a Bean Pot

Jesus flying fuck, people, soybeans don't make you gay. Interior decorating makes you gay. Everybody knows that. ;-p

Want a compelling counter-argument against the shoddy science Mr. Putz (err, Rutz) spouts off? I've eaten a lot of soy, and drunk a lot of soy milk, over the last five years. Yeah. Because I exude the "Nope, not masculine" vibe in such quantities that it has to occasionally be scrubbed off the lens of the Hubble Space Telescope.



Class dismissed.

Bank Shots

As many of you know, critus and I are coworkers at a credit union.

As anyone who's been here a while has probably noticed, I don't bitch about my job much these days (especially relative to previous jobs), because, other than the isolated bit of annoyance, it's not a bad gig, and I actually like the company.

That said, in order to try and make it better and more useful for customers Critus is asking for feedback.

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