Bulls Eye Bitches

You might know what that means, if you know me. Let's just say that what ever it was robbed me of two months, changed a lot of my habits, and fleshed out the flabby ignorance that I always thought was there.

Not from me, of course. I was fucking brilliant, even if I can't spell. I knew right where to be, what to do, and where to put people. Ok, so not everything, but goddamn, can't I get an executive who is not retarded and out of touch?

If I ran a company that served high end meals, and I wanted to move my target audience more toward a 15-20 demo I sure as hell wouldn't put myself up front making decisions that I had no idea about. My VP doesn't even get Facebook. His wife runs his page, among other things. His great idea for my bar was to have a game board etched into the top of a bar table so people could play...wait for it...BACKGAMMON. Who the fuck plays Backgammon?!

Actually, we have had several 50+ individuals play the game, so what do I know. Oh, wait, WE WEREN'T TRYING TO ATTRACT THAT DEMOGRAPHIC. But, I digress.

Human frailty finds effective ways of rearing its unabashed head in many ways. fear of embarrassment by the brightly shining underling is apparently a long lasting tradition. I can tell you it is virulently still alive. It's hard to hold my tongue, but in the end I laugh. What's it matter if he is afraid and takes it out on me?

Work. What's the point lamenting? Seems more of a waste than listening to the bellowing of the old washed out retreads anyway.

I read this book that my neighbors mom self-published. I certainly can respect the effort, I know I would love to be published, but I have a couple of gripes. First, this was a religious pamphlet hidden in the folds of a psi-fi thriller (which I love) wrapped in a pseudo love story. There was a lot going on.

The future human (did I mention time travel) was named Tln. I guess verbs are inefficient in the future.

The story began in a relatively captivating fashion, and some of the characters were developed pretty well, but the last 25 pages were drowned in quoted scripture and "God speak." The sinister part of the way the book was engineered was the way it omitted any overbearing faith message and sucked you in with the time travel / worm-hole story. Then there was the river guide heroine and her dead love that reappeared after a year with an, "I'm tired and it's a long story so I'll explain it in the morning." Tell me now Bitch!!

Yeah, it was going right along there like some of my favorite comic books and then, SMACK, god is your savior and you should repent to find meaning in your life or the "Neos" will suck all the meaningfulness out of your life. It was like someone had chopped the cum shot off your favorite sex scene. I know, the book was totally obscene!

Anyway, I told my neighbor that it was a great book and that her mom would for sure win the Pulitzer, and that of course she should have spent her retirement money on publishing the book because it was going to make way more money than she used to have in her 401K. What? She did it to me first.

I gotta go, I have to get up at 4am and I hate it. You'd think I was a fucking truck driver. I'm going to listen to "Hey Stephen," smile a little bit, and try to sleep sweetly. Very sweetly.