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I would really love to be smart and funny right about now. The quality of my posts (which was questionable to begin with) has diminished somewhat as of late. It seems that I'm either posting mindless drivel about how many scotch eggs I've eaten recently or so pissed about some political thing or another that I can't do anything but post a bunch of inflammatory and arguably baseless vitriol. Don't get me wrong, I like inflammatory and arguably baseless vitriol, but I also like rational statements supported by documented facts.
So yes...I'd love to make a really intelligent post today. My problem is that whatever minerals and proteins aid logical thought appear to have been completely sapped from my brain in the last twenty-four hours. I feel as though my skull may cave in at any moment from the lack of constructive though processes happening up there. Scary.
My supervisor issued his resignation on Monday. We were all sure he'd get a job over at IOT (the consolidated state tech agency that is destined to consume our collective soul), but instead he accept an offer from Don Banning, the CIO of the City of Indianapolis (and the old CIO of DWD, coincidentally) to become his number two guy at the City. Good on Mike, I guess. Any more seats in that lifeboat?
Has anyone else been watching Over There? I keep watching, but it just gets worse. Let's hope tonight's third episode picks things up a bit, because at this point I'm just convinced that the producers' only goal is to show the futility of war by depicting American soldiers as ignorant, reckless and undisciplined. Last week's episode, which featured a fist fight between two squad mates that actually escalated to the point that one of them drew a knife, was particularly egregious in this regard. I know that a lot of knuckleheads make it into the Army, but do that many of them make it into a front line combat infantry division? And would a squad sargeant really put up with that crap? I'm thinking the answers to those questions are "no."
At this point, I've had this editor window open for a half an hour without saying anything else. I suppose that means I'm done for today. I've got about an hour left at work, then it's home for House of Cheung, a little Call of Duty and straight to bed. I'm so excited about it that I can't contain myself.
And no, I wasn't being sarcastic.
-Sam
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