Against all better judgement, my ass got throwed into a yuletide frenzy this afternoon. I was at Target when this came on over the speakers, and it turns out that my love of loud 70's glam overrides my ambivalence about winter holidays.
My pleasure saucer will include a vending machine that dispenses disco puppies.
"Valley of Gwangi" was the first monster movie that scared the fertilizer outta me. I remember I was very young, and it was a big deal because it was on TV IN COLOR!
It was the scene where the dinosaur was chasing the cast after roping him didn't work. One of the hired hands fell off his horse, and Gwangi made short work of him.
Me : Did, are they gonna go back and help him?
Dad : No, I think the dinosaur got him.
My internal monologue : OH MY GOD THE MONSTER KILLED HIM RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!
So I intended this year to have a holiday weekend where I didn't have to listen to anyone prattle on with their stupid wrong-headed racist politics (yes, mom & dad, that's you).
And all went fine until I went to a friend's place to drink beer and watch the Dallas Cowboys lose. And I end up sitting next to a friend-of-a-friend who was a goddamn FLAT EARTHER!
Even worse, he was completely unaware of Discworld, so my speculation as to the gender of The Great A'Tuin went nowhere.
Fact : I write the web's least funny and least-read webcomic. Here's a preview of Monday's comic. http://angriestprogrammer.com/comic/yultide_happiness_to_all
@johnhattan God forgot to make stupidity painful. The Church of the SubGenius is here to fix that.
Today's the day. my third interview is in a few hours. I'm ready to sell myself, "Bob".
I talked to my current boss the other day and told him I am planning on moving on and told him in a roundabout way that it's ok that he sucks as a boss and he gave me a fuckin' hug.
This is it. This is where time travelers are supposed to stop me from going down this path. I've only been waiting to embrace my inner-salesman in order to ignite this fire sale in my soul.
@negative I got that vape cartridge of sugar free vanilla birthday cake sativa in my rechargeable USB blunt.
When I was a child I accidentally kicked a dwarf. When I refused to apologize, he cursed me to marry a woman who drunkenly sings Tony Orlando and Dawn while dressed in superhero spandex.
Grand High Arch Exalted UberPope of The First Church of Shatnerology, Protector of All Things Toupeed, and Defender of The Rind.
Church of the SubGenius Members-Only MastoDobbs.