Right, you might be listening to Prairie Home Companion and be bored into causing a massive accident.
Well, we have Sue Scott with The Calico Monologues and Big Mike Thompson will do a series of tabby imitations. Later on, our special guests, The Nyquil Trio, will sing some songs about cats, then I'll talk about a loser detective and the case of the Swede who didn't like meatballs.
Dr. Bull says, "It gives people totally private worlds." While that may be true, it also removes people from social interaction, which is vital for mental health.
Very true. I seem to have idiot karma; friends and family are amazed by the idiots who pop up in my life at inopportune moments. They always seek me out, and usually get in front of me at the checkout line, or in the passing lane of the interstate, or by getting elected. If I couldn't remove myself from social interaction for the sweet relief of solitude, I'd go so postal that I'd make a communist dictator look like a rank amateur.
Yeah, well I've copyrighted the letter 'e', and its alternative, 'E'. Plus I have a seperate copyright on B-flat, though Callista Flockhart may have me beat with a previous work.
Because they know Big Blue know their shit. Reliability.
It may be that Big Blue knows their shit. In fact, the IBMers I've worked with were darn good. But the real reason is that no one ever got fired for going with IBM, and that is all that know-nothing managers need to know. The CYA factor is huge.
Uh, no. You might draw a paycheck and have an office there, but work for the federal government? Do you seriously expect me to believe that the laws of physics have been sent to/dev/null, Satan has formed a luge team, and that the Cubs just won the World Weries? Hm?
Look, I'd rather have them doing this than something important. To paraphrase P.J. O'Rourke, the government is an appendix: wasteful when inert, deadly when active.
And you're saying that Sierra Mist isn't moose piss?
Actually, I considered it disappointing; at least moose piss would be interesting, like gargling battery acid or getting an audit notice from the IRS. Sierra Mist struck me as "a committee's idea of 'crisp and refreshing'".
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Well, we have Sue Scott with The Calico Monologues and Big Mike Thompson will do a series of tabby imitations. Later on, our special guests, The Nyquil Trio, will sing some songs about cats, then I'll talk about a loser detective and the case of the Swede who didn't like meatballs.
Bad news, Wolfgang, I can't help you move, and I'm too depressed about my tiny penis to loan you my pickup.
then give up and go into management.
Yeah, well, so's the mafia ...
[Pulls out white flag while Tom Carnagie announces "THEY'RE WAVING IT OFF."]
Really, people, if you are going to feed me straight lines like this, I cannot be held responsible for Clear Channel's reaction.
Hm, try turning the dial away from NPR during pedge week.
Very true. I seem to have idiot karma; friends and family are amazed by the idiots who pop up in my life at inopportune moments. They always seek me out, and usually get in front of me at the checkout line, or in the passing lane of the interstate, or by getting elected. If I couldn't remove myself from social interaction for the sweet relief of solitude, I'd go so postal that I'd make a communist dictator look like a rank amateur.
The Catholic Church called dibs first.
Depressing, that. I'm going to listen to Yellow Submarine Sandwich to try to cheer myself up.
Like economists and journalistic 'experts'.
Think about it, folks. If such people knew as much about economics as they thought they knew, they'd be on a yacht, not in a TV studio.
Chandra webserver yawns at slashdot's meager attempts.
Hey, it's Baghdad Bob! Will you roast our stomachs in hell?
It may be that Big Blue knows their shit. In fact, the IBMers I've worked with were darn good. But the real reason is that no one ever got fired for going with IBM, and that is all that know-nothing managers need to know. The CYA factor is huge.
And don't get me started on The Old Testament ...
But enough about France ...
Uh, no. You might draw a paycheck and have an office there, but work for the federal government? Do you seriously expect me to believe that the laws of physics have been sent to /dev/null, Satan has formed a luge team, and that the Cubs just won the World Weries? Hm?
Actually, I considered it disappointing; at least moose piss would be interesting, like gargling battery acid or getting an audit notice from the IRS. Sierra Mist struck me as "a committee's idea of 'crisp and refreshing'".
"Any more"?!?! When the hell did they start?