Quick outside Blenz

Some friends really shine through when the shit's on. You know who you are. Thank you from the bottom of my withered, black heart!

Shot #1 of 2

OK, I'm not sure if I've gone off on the following 2 somewhere before, but, if I'm going to be honest (and I am) I'm very frustrated at this point, and I just have to swing at SOMETHING!!! so buckle up-some people might find the ride a tad rough.  
1) "Are we having fun yet?". People, please. If you need to ask that question, if you honestly don't know if you're having fun or not, then you are a certifyable idiot, and completely  undeserving of any fun you may have had, had you been able to actually tell you were having it, which  you were obviously too stupid to  do. I have heard completly retarded, beyond all hope, institutionalized sub-moronic apes say "whee! This is fun! I'm having fun!". See my point? If THEY can do it...  Maybe it's time for a reassesment to determine who, in actual fact, would derive the most benefit from an institutional experience. 

NEXT TIME:
Part 2) "You don't have to be crazy to work here..."

Adios for now, and as always, be safe!
TRS 

The "Bus Twilight Zone"

Fighter pilots have, for a great number of years, spoken of a magical moment when, as your aircraft follows the curve of the earth at a particular speed, you lose sight of earth and everything seems to float. They named this phenomenon the "Twilight Zone" because of the odd lighting and physical sensations they experienced. Yes, this is where the amazing Rod Serling got the name for one of the strangest series ever aired. Now, years later, I can finally tell the world of my discovery, the  "Bus Twilight Zone". You see, there is also a magical point that occurs when waiting for the bus to take one to work. There comes one mystical split-second when the realization hits you like a claw hammer to the skull :I could start walking right this second and make it to work just in time   If I delay for even 30 seconds, I will be late (and in shit) yet again! But, if a bus comes by in the next 5-7 minutes, I save myself the walk, plus I still get to work early enough to have a smoke before I start! However, if a bus does NOT come by, then that extra time spent waiting will not only have been wasted, but will cause my tardiness to increase almost exponentially . Still with me? Because here is that mystic moment: having decided to walk, I glance back one final time and, "is that?... Do I ?... Yes, I think I DO see a bus on the horizon!". And I falter. As it turns out, it's a garbage truck and not a bus at all.  "But wait, what's that right behind it? Is that a bus???"
That magical moment when everything floats - your hopes of arriving on time float away, accompanied by the sound of the bus floating past you ( because by now, you're between stops, right?) and your hopes of a reasonably pleasant day also float south, accompanied not by the sound of a bus, but by that  claw hammer to the skull we discussed earlier, and so begins another day...

Adios, for now, and as always, be safe.
TRS