The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

Ah, there are few things sweeter than finding out that other people share not only your hate, but your sense of humor.

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The Queen speaks sense.

If I had a little more time I'd write up my own thoughts, but since I have a hateful schedule I must instead rely on others.

"Nov does not look good for me."

*restrains Fist of Death*

( I may as well cut this )

I think I'm going to start going BOFH on people if I'm not careful.

[EDIT] Things aren't all hate and torment - I got a ginormous box of Viz manga yesterday, followed shortly by a ginormous box of Tokyopop manga, I may actually get to keep my weekend plans, I'm going to be paid buckets of overtime (Powerbook, here I come!), and I have a bottle of raspberry wine chilling in the fridge, which I may drink out of my Spiffy Blown-Glass Mug O' Coolness (Heh - the glassblower has the Best. Webpage. EVAR!). And I actually got to talk to Erik today, for a few minutes. And I got a thank-you card from my sister for the bridal shower, gifts, flip-flops, and entire set of dishes, which I wasn't expecting. And Brent Spiner is singing 1776, to the torment of all my coworkers, who I have by the proverbial short-hairs at the moment.

There are good things.

What...the...fuck!?!?! This is appaling, if true. I'm disgusted with our country in general, and a Group That Shall Not Be Named in specific.