I’m still un-recovered from my week in CA and a red-eye on Friday, so I can’t think of one darn half-witty thing to say about anything. I even phoned in the poat title. I even forgot to call my dad on Sunday. All I can do now is call him today and apologize. No forgetting!
Greetings! Let’s start out with a song, just to be different. Ok, it’s like every week, but I don’t want to piss you off, because everyone knows that conservatives fear change:
Today’s model is a Page 3 enthusiast from Great Britain, who really knows how to make an entrance. Born in 1991 and weighing in at 32FF-25-30, let’s welcome Emily Florence Shaw!
After two days off last week due to a power outage, followed by another day of getting nearly nothing done because my primary machine was busticated by all the power cycling, followed by a day in the car and another on the couch recovering from the day in the car, I CANNOT WAIT TO GET BACK TO WORK.
Seriously. I spend most of my free time this extended-ish weekend catching up on TV and practicing my Español. The latter is a good thing, but the former makes me feel like a slug.
But today, today is work and the gym and productivity all around. Huzzah. I hope at least some of that is true for all of you as well.
Also, Obama is a fucktard. Now let’s look at some hot chicks.
Pupster went to the park this weekend and met a nice lady. She kept him in the Friend Zone, though.
Greetings all. It’s Monday morning again and there ain’t a damn thing anyone can do about it, least of all me. I get to spend my week trying to maintain yet another fresh piece of orphaned code and picking up a new set of orphaned tasks thanks to yet another departing coworker. Everyone leaves and I get more to do for the same amount of money. It’s (not) awesome, I recommend it if you have the opportunity (to remain employed in the midst of the economic destruction wrought by Obama and his fellow travelers).
Anyone need a mathlete? I’m not cheap, but I’m very good and have a higher tolerance for tedium than most. I’ve done damn near everything you can task defense contractor technical staff with and then some. I can coordinate and collaborate and commiserate and powerpoint and blahbadeedblah. Eh, whatever, I’ll probably just stay at it because I’m pretty sure putting up with all of it has left me somewhere in the walking-on-water stage with management, and my office is really close to my gym, so there’s that.
Is this what you came here for? No, of course not, and I don’t blame you if you skipped all that crap and came straight down to this first image. I’m just saying that I ain’t all that motivated, just sorta resignated. Er, resigned. But I’m not quitting, it’s the other kind of resigned. Like, to fate.
This is a gif. It was sent to me, I’ll leave you to guess the sender.