Ha! I was posting like crazy there for a while. I bet you started to think I was going to make a habit of it, huh? Well, just when you think you know what I’ll do next … BLAOW! … I switch it the fuck up. Unless, of course, you think next I will use an ellipse … in which case, you would be right on. Get out of my head!!
Anyhoo, I made a semi-serious pact with myself that I wouldn’t post again until I had something to write about that did not involve any of the following things:
- human genitalia
- tawdry celeb gossip
- my birthday
- oblique references to my sex life
I know. I know. I was obviously smoking something weird when I made that decision. So, here I am, ready to blog about the only things that the little hamster upstairs seems to like to concern itself with: minutiae, dumbasses, sex, things I hate about my workplace, … Well, I’ll start there and just see where the post takes us.
Why So Basset?
Okay, sorry for the shitty lighting and composition. More importantly, though, can anyone tell me WTF this means? This is a flyer that was hung near the printer/fax area at work by … I dunno, a coworker I suppose. I have no earthly idea what it means. Is it a pun? Is it admonishing me not to have droopy ears? What? I do not get it.
I know I shouldn’t care, but I do. Seriously, why? Why force me to look at a poorly designed, nonsensical flyer every time I have to pick up a printout? Get a fucking blog like everyone else if you want to express yourself. Last time I checked, this was not a free country.
In a previous post, Facebook was mentioned. Perhaps it seemed a lil like it was mentioned in jest. I am here to tell you, it was so lacking in jest that I scarcely think you can wrap your brain around the seriousness of it all.
Someone mentioned it to me recently … you know, all casual like … as a fine way to pass some free time. I signed up and soon started bugging my friends and family to sign up, so as not to appear friendless. Now, I’m pretty well addicted. Yesterday, the last hold out of my inner circle joined. It was a terrible reinforcer. (She even admitted it was … fun. Oh no! Thanks, LMac.) The weird thing about it is how little shame I am experiencing, both in my unadulterated enjoyment of a site conceived for teenagers and in telling you all about it. Odd. Very, very odd.
Drats! The hamster wants iced tea. More of “Jesus Is My Homepage” to come. Perhaps then the title will make sense. Perhaps not.
