St. Patrick’s Day, and other tripe

I have had a busy day, am sick again and beer will not make it better. So, I have some time to fester in my grumpy mood, and have come up with my current posting. For you optimistic, happy people, leave now and don’t let me wreck the rest of the day…

OK, it’s not that bad, but I am just getting sick of all the shit on TV, the news about the recession/depression, Obama upset about the AIG bonuses, trials of corrupt capitalists that are taking the heat for a messed up system, and all the people praying after a helicopter goes down.

Dustinland did give me something to laugh about. Good to see he hates St. Patrick’s Day too!
By udder coincidence I was listening to Tool Æmina, and thought, WOW, this is how I feel right now! Here is just a sampling of the song…

Some say a comet will fall from the sky
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves
Followed by fault lines that cannot sit still
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dip-shits

Some say the end is near
Some say we’ll see Armageddon soon
I certainly hope we will because
I sure could use a vacation from this

Silly shit, stupid shit . . .

Link to the full lyrics.

Sometimes all the stuff we stress and fret about is just Stupid Shit™. Maynard seems to think the same thing…

A good mountain bike ride is obviously needed to break the funk.