Sat-is-fac-tion...

Is there anything more satisifying?

The pinhead who's been crawling up your tailpipe with his fog lights on, jockeying to get past you, even though you are going a good 15 miles above the speed limit and you'd like to let him past, but you're waiting for a safe time to move over. And said pinhead finally sees a tiny window of opportunity and zooms over on your right, to go flying past.

Causing the cop who was in that right hand lane and was just sort of cut off by said pinhead to hit the switch on his light bar.

Sic 'em, sir.

(And thanks for giving me a pass for clearly exceeding the speed limit; and obviously agreeing with me that going a little bit too fast is not early as grievous an offence as being a expletive deleted)

An apology and a gift

I know, I've been absent. Fear not, I haven't abandoned you for Facebook, where I actually haven't been present, either. Or Twitter, because I would chew off my arms one after another before going there.

Living Hell continues here at work until Friday, when the contracts not finished are LATE and at that point I could take another 364 days to finish them. (Although I won't because, like Dust Bunnies, work only accumulates then gets so big that it stops up your damned vacuum cleaner and then you'll have to take it apart to deal with it, and no doubt, one of the yet unsucked Dust Bunnies will eat that teeny, tiny screw that keeps the entire vacuum held together. An apt metaphor for a lot of things.)

So, after a monumental ass-kicking on Monday, things will be somewhat back to normal. For me. If you can call that "normal".

In the meantime, though, let me give you some more brilliant work floating around the webs:

http://theoatmeal.com/