this just in

well shucks, joe read my last post, so the cat's out of the bag, i suppose. gimme another week to get things finalized, and i'll post a 'summary of hopeless crap and other memoirs' about everything that's gone on.

or, on second thought, how about i just move on. if you're reading this, you probably know me and already are privy to the antics at my workplace. no need to cry over spilled beer.

incidentally, i don't think that i've posted a link to taylor's page yet. he's making braggard comments via ms paint that he is a minesweeper deity, as well as some insightful posts concerning other deities and diets. i say that because it just occured to me that it's almost too ironic that we spell words related to god and food one letter different.

sometimes the qualities we consider to be american so blatantly speak for themselves that i wonder how social philosophers maintain job security. except, of course, for the fact that they probably don't work in the first place.