Odds, Ends, & Miscellaneous Stuff

Posting will be light tonight as I just finished up my list of 75 great Americans at the request of Robert Prather. After a while of trying to figure out who fit where, I realized that, to me at least, there is much difference between the importance of number 5 and of number 50. It is only really once I get into the last 25 names that I can confidently say they shouldn't be ranked higher than they are. I'll publish my list Sunday night if anyone is interested (and assuming Robert doesn't disqualify me for spite with my sarcastic #76).

I've also been performing penance tonight, as I've decided that at some point, the Messiah came back as a frog that I promptly ran over and I'm being tortured on a cosmic scale for having done so. It's the only reasonable explanation I can come up with for my luck lately.

On Friday, my friend Joe (he of the sidebar ad) comes to visit my work. We go to walk across the street to get a drink at the convienence store. On the way out he starts making fun of the guy filling out an application. Tells me by the time we get back, the owner will have hired this guy.

He was right. But it gets worse. The guy is a flamer. Like in the two homosexuals I already worked with, he is like the junior version of the promiscuous one. The now two flamers are so bad that the responsible one told me today that he wants to be considered bisexual so that he doesn't get lumped with these two. They scared a gay man straight (or at least straighter than he was).

I have got to - got to - find a new job. This is ridiculous.