Saw this when I got off work yesterday afternoon on my afternoon “break” (as in, I turned around and went back an hour later). Anyway, someone from the next building over got evicted (and a minute after I took this, a pickup with the leasing company’s logo on it pulled in and two maintenance guys began throwing all this into the back of it. As you can see, that mirror got the shit smashed out of it. So, here’s where I’m curious: if you own a mirror, and you’re being evicted, who gets the bad luck from smashing it? You, or the maintenance ape lugging it out of the building? Seems unfair for the maintenance guy to get the seven years of bad luck when he wasn’t the one failing to pay his rent on time.

(And, no, these aren’t the neighbors with the dog).

Buffy, The Mugger Slayer, might lose a leg after she attacked some asshole trying to mug her owner.

Y’know, ten years ago, if you’d named your dog “Buffy” and it did something like that, you’d probably joke, “Hah, who knew anything named ‘Buffy’ would be good at anything except blowing the varsity football team?”

Of course, today, we know better.

If I wasn’t going to work in an hour, I’d be drinking!!!!!!!!

HT: Ten Pikeman

I answered the phone, “Indy Pizza Shop, we’re closed.”

A girl replied: “So, um, are you still delivering?”

“No, we closed early so we can go home and decapitate ourselves while in the throes of our terrible depression,” and hung up on her. Points if you get that movie reference.

As I’ve blogged earlier, I’m a fairweather Ravens fan, so their loss last night wasn’t like someone had kicked me in the nuts, punched me in the stomach, cut off my nose, and tied me to four horses which they’d then spooked, causing them to run in four different directions, hence, causing me to be pulled apart in gory George Romero fashion.

I followed the game on the radio and the shitty TV in shop, and knew when it was appropriate to say, “Hey, we’ll rally”, and when it was time to switch to, “Man, and to the fuckin’ Colts too”, a sentiment met nearly universaly with an agreement (often accompanied by a “fuck” or a “godammright” in some form).

On the bright side, since the Ravens aren’t playing, the games next week should bring more business to work. Today was dead, although I will say that, while the game was playing, the complete and total lack of traffic on the roads was a sweet and welcome change. I wish every night could be a playoff home-game for the Ravens, and, shit, with those odds, they’d probably win every now and again.