Existential Crises

I may have misspelt both words in the title (and one earlier in this sentence but that one was intentional), but oh well. I meant that to mean "cri-seeees", as in plural.

Today at work an email came through informing everyone that a co-worker... well, you have to see it in its entirety:

".... called and he will be today."

There was much pondering as to what he would be tomorrow. The followup email trying to correct the original was only slightly more coherent.

Meanwhile, back on the arigula ranch, there's a new blog out there. No, really!

Michele Obama's Suicide Watch

Gotta love shit like this:

"THE GLOOM AND ANGER VOICED BY THE ASPIRING FIRST LADY AS SHE SURVEYS THE ROTTING, MISERABLE HELL THAT IS AMERICA HAVE REACHED ALARMING DEPTHS"

Not deep enough as far as I'm concerned. I can still hear her whiney voice from the deepest pits at the bottom of her rotten stinking soul. And not one word of thanks for the package of single-edge razor blades I sent her either. Bitch.

Thanks to Brian J. for the pointer.