Shaking The Fist

Sniff. Sniff. Smell that? It’s Friday! I’m going to have to go ahead and ask for an amen on this one. I wish that I could say that I’ve got a party filled weekend with craziness and Persian goodness…but no. I’ve got 150 pages of Java-ness that I’ve got to read plus three programs that I need to get started on. Yes, the cycle continues but I’m one week closer to the end of the semester. Yes, insert a second amen here.

On a completely unrelated note, do you remember the story of King Midas? You know, the king that had the golden touch. Also the king that more that likely stuck his hand up a goose’s butt…thereby producing a golden egg laying machine. But that’s a story for another day. Anyways, the whole purpose of that tangent is this: I’ve had the crap touch all week. It’s been one of those “I can’t do anything right” weeks. At home, school, and work…it’s been across the board. For example, I was working on a rather important person’s laptop and I reached around to the back to unplug an USB device and blip. Somehow my arm had brushed up against the power button in the process. Normally I wouldn’t make such a big deal about it…but I did it TWICE.

And the list goes on and on…

It’s 5 o’clock somewhere.

It’s Miller time.

[insert your favorite "I'm getting a beer after work" quote here]

OSLD: Play a little game of Volleyball.

An open letter to the Kansas School Board.

Drill Speed.

One for all the forum readers: Princess, will you marry me? And while you’re at it…get me a beer.

Self Wipe.

The Adventures of Blob Bob.

Fact #2,352: Holding up a giant metal cross won’t protect you in a lightning storm.