The Piano’s Been Drinking, Not MeOnce in a while, the universe does its thing, justice is dispensed, and you get the satisfaction of hearing about it without having had to lift so much as an eyebrow in bringing it about. To quote one of my favorite lines, ever, from one of my favorite movies, ever: Conan, what is good? TO CRUSH YOUR ENEMIES, TO DRIVE THEM BEFORE YOU, AND TO HEAR THE LAMENTATIONS OF THEIR WOMEN. You may ask, so Miz Shoes, who was crushed? And I will answer, the old Pointy Haired Boss. This guy here. The one sleeping at his desk. And what was the straw that finally broke the camel's hump? The Pointy Haired Boss, the master of the Jackson Memorial Hospital web site, the manager who took my job, o he of little brain, he called the IT help desk and asked what, exactly is an ISS? You know, if the fucking moron had just paid attention when I tried to teach him how to write a search string in Google, instead of relying on Ask Jeeves, maybe he'd still be there, fucking up. Conan, what is good?
What’s that Chinese proverb? Something about; if you sit by the bank of the river long enough, you will live to see the bodies of your enemies floating by…
Yes, this is good.
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