Bored like a mofo

Well, today at work has been disgustingly uneventful. I don't think I've done a single productive thing all day. I've even worn out all the blogs I usually read. And it's only 1100. Today is really going to suck.

I miss reading the new installments of Dingo every week. I think I'm going to read it again. It was good.

Kevingn Fanning screwed me again. Not only has he not post in a long time, but he dumped most of his old writings and reformatted his site. Granted, having a kid takes up a lot of your time, but drop us a frickin' bone here.

Josh Friedman has given us a couple new entries, but of course there's nothing consistant.

I've even exhausted myself with The raving Conservative (sorry, no link on this one) and even Gracie has nothing that can keep my attention for anymore today, although there was a story I found funny about urinating in the sink.

I was just asked by two E-8's if writing porn on my computer. Here's how it went:

Top: What are you doing? You're typing too fast to be doonig work.
Me: SILENCE
First: He probably got rid of it already.
Me: No, it's still there.
Top: He's writing e-mail.
First God, what is it, a letter to Penthouse?
Top: I don't know, but I did see something about a throbbing memeber unleashing the fury of Hell.

I work for the oddest people on the planet. And if they only had a clue.