Post C.

Wherein, I post my deepest darkest feelings, and fears.

 Just kidding, we're going for a bullet riddled speed round...

• It's cold here.  Way too damn cold for Georgia at Thanksgiving.
• The people I work with represent a well educated, diverse collection of complete dunces.
• I was wrong yesterday, the score of the Packers/Vikings game was 26-26.  Still a tie.  Gross.
• The number of times I have wondered aloud, "Where do these people come from?" is either an indictment of society, or of my own inability to accept that society might be so incomprehensibly, well...dumb.
• Another note from the game, Announcer 1 says to Announcer 2, "The team needs to push up field with some alacrity."  Good use of alacrity.  Announcer 2 seemed genuinely taken aback that such refined language might be used during a sport broadcast.
• I haven't fished enough this year.
• Maybe next year.
• That's a good way to waste a life time.
• Never use good, common sense when you can rely on someone else to spoon-feed you the answer.
• That last one was a joke; for the love of God, Buddha, Cthulu, who, or whatever else you may regard as a power higher than your own, use good common sense, and critical thinking to work through your problems.
• Yes, I'm aware that the prospect of thinking may be frightening to some.
• You are now conscious of your own breathing.
• For a good time, walk around whistling well known tunes, and leaving off the ending.

All around the cobbler's bench, the monkey chased the weasel.  The monkey thought was all in fun.  POP!  Goes the