Generally, comment spammers try to say something nice about your blog so that you might not notice they’re comment spammers. So I was a little surprised to find a comment spam that read, simply, “fuck you!” when I logged in to moderate. It’s a clever new tactic, and the nondescript author name helps … hell, I had to visit the homepage to make sure it was from a spammer (of course, that they posted a comment to a 6-month old thread should have alerted me).

Anyway. You live, you learn.

Today at work sucked.

Yeah, I know, Gary’s on a rampage about us not breaking down boxes, and I didn’t break down the lettuce box - but dammit, everything was in the dumpster (as opposed to this morning when all our shit was out of the dumpster) so either the Mexicans at the Chinese place or the Mexicans at the bagel shop pulled all our crap out to fit their crap in but crap on a stick

Either way, I got yelled at about it, my fault!!!! and made to understand I’m in the doghouse. I also got yelled at about being snappy with Noah aka Worthless Shit Brain nevermind that he’s, well, a worthless shit brain who tapes signs to people’s backs (i.e., “I suck dick for nickle and dime”) or takes money out of driver’s banks to see if they’ll notice, and who - although he’s nineteen - enjoys calling people older than him, “son” … let me just say he’s an asshole and it’s very trying to work with him - and I use the word ‘with’ loosely.

(I guess Gary might be right about my requiring an attitude adjustment, but then again, so do most of the coworkers here).

I need to go back to Towson and figure out what I need to actually “for real” graduate - six credits, I think, if that? Really I just need to retake a few classes and drag my GPA up a point or thirty. Two night classes, but I feel totally unmotivated. It’s like, what’s the point?

I mean, I know what the point is, I just need more days like today to drive the point home … I guess.

My credit score must be getting better - four credit card offers today. All through the shredder. Yay, me.

Do I want to buy a house? Or do I just want some big goal to give my life focus? Because, sure, I’d like a place, but not if I’m sacrificing other - better - goals* to get there.

Don White’s Timonium Chrysler-Plymouth - which is in Cockeysville, just so you know - has a big inflatable Jeep. I want to take a photo of it. Seeing it was the only joy I’ve had today.

(I stopped in the parking lot and just looked at this bright orange Jeep, cat puke is what it reminded me of, but I wanted to just buy it for the fleeting happiness the purchase would give me - there was a candy apple green one, too, it was nice - I have to reign myself in, make a list of goals, get myself on track, do something - anything).

*Like buying a Jeep.

Alanis Morissette wrote a song titled “Ironic” which had a lot of lyrics that weren’t ironic. I’m sorry, but a black fly in your chardonnay is not ironic. Rain on your wedding day? Nope, not ironic. Traffic jam when you’re late? No, that’s just a shitty day getting worse.

Dying of a heart attack the day after you finish a 2,400 mile bicycle trip? Now that is ironic.

At work today, topic of conversation turned to Terri Schiavo - Zap made a great point regarding her parents. “Why don’t they just stuff her and put her on display in their living room?”

And why not? I mean, since it doesn’t seem like they actually give a shit about what’s best for her, and it isn’t like she’s holding conversations with them on a regular basis. Besides, this way they can get some money for their suffering.

Just in case you were wondering, no, it really isn’t safe to go back in the water.

A man caught by police last summer on his 23rd birthday running naked and covered in nacho cheese has pleaded guilty to burglary, public intoxication and other charges.

Wow.

This was the picture Kelli Davis had taken for her high school’s yearbook. In case you missed the obvious - she’s a girl, in a tuxedo. It’s horribly offensive, I know.

The picture was pulled from the yearbook by the school principal, Sam Ward. His reasoning? According to USA Today, “because Kelli Davis was wearing boy’s clothes.”

According to Local6:

Kelli, a straight-A student with no discipline problems, is a self-proclaimed lesbian. She said she was uncomfortable to have her chest exposed in the photo.

This might be a shock for Sam Ward, but women wear “boy’s clothes” all the time. It’s quite acceptable these days, especially with the amazing and radical notion of ‘progress’ and ‘equality.’

Look, I could understand if Sam “I’m living in the 1950’s, woohoo!” Ward removed a picture of a boy in a dress. After all, only Mel Gibson and the Scottish get away with that shit, but - barring a picture of a girl in a tuxedo because “it’s boy’s clothes”? What the fuck, man?

I bet he walks down main street screaming at all the teenage girls, “You’re wearing slacks! And a t-shirt! OH MY GOD HAVE YOU NO DECENCY WOMAN!!!!!”

Also, Keri Sewell, good for you. She was the student editor of the yearbook, “fired after refusing her adviser’s order to take the picture out.” Takes guts to do the right thing, and she deserves points for that.

Sam Ward: you’re an asshat.

Kelli Davis: you go right on wearing “boy’s clothes.” All the cool girls are doing it.

Hat Tip: Chepooka, whom I have it on good authority wears “boy’s clothes.”