When The Revolution Comes …
Today is not a good day. To begin with, there was the news about Tom and Katie. I had been hoping desperately that Katie would wake up and smell the prozac and run like hell. But now that crazy bastard has got her knocked up.
So borrowing a notion from Douglas Adams, Tom Cruise is my first official pick for the “List Of People Who’ll Be Up Against The Wall When The Revolution Comes.” That’s right, folks: when the glorious “People’s SpoonFighter Revolutionary Army” marches to victory, Tom will be blindfolded and smoking his last cigarette.
(The preceding statement was for entertainment purposes only and should not be construed as an endorsement of violence, treason, or tobacco products.)
After such a sad morning, I was hoping that lunch be a turn-around point. I was sorely disappointed. What looked like a delicious chicken and vegetable chinese stir-fry turned out to be something infected with fake crab meat. And the fortune cookie sucked, too. I had been quite fond of Mr. Lee, but now I’m adding his name to the “List Of People Who’ll Be Up Against The Wall When The Revolution Comes.”
(The preceding statement was for entertainment purposes only and should not be construed as an endorsement of violence, treason, or fake shellfish products.)
All I can say is this: Things had better improve by this afternoon, or the List is going to get longer. Don’t piss me off.
October 9th, 2005 at 10:40 pm
So this is what it’s like when doves cry.
I love this freakin’ blog. I should subscribe to it because extended periods of time often pass and I forget to look. It warms my heart to know that there’s some other Gideons out there doing their thing. Keep it up bro’!
Thanks, man. — gideon