So another crazy work week, but with a happy ending this time, sorta. We had to prepare for, then undergo, an ISO9001 audit. The auditor grilled me on product development procedures and systems, probing deeply into the details to ascertain our compliance to the letter of the la… what the fuck, I’m not fooling anyone, I was through in ten minutes and I think the only thing surprising was the auditor’s white cane and guide dog. Good if your goal is the ISO merit badge, bad if you want to achieve genuine improvement. I wanted the latter, the commercial guys (who made the call on which registrar we would choose) wanted the former. I guess all in all, this was good fortune. And I’m dearly hoping for good fortune tonight when the Ravens are scheduled to grind the Titans into extra-large hamburger.

Sadly, I have not heard back from Greta Thunberg or her people. I guess the survival of the planet is less important that the virginity of her puckerhole.

Let’s get to birthdays, mostly because they include a piece of shit statist who has become a fetish-object for the Left; a guy who was a master of playing with his organ; and a guy who was the object of an absolutely hilarious Bill Cosby monologue.

Now let’s get to the news.

 

I sense the fine hand of one of our Founders.

 

The Caboose is loose.

 

Marijuana legalized, pets hardest hit. 

 

The fourth largest bush fire in Australia will wipe out life as we know it.

 

There’s some shit you just can’t make up.

 

Retardation: A Celebration

 

SP will be on the next plane.

 

 

 

Old Guy Music was something weird that I just couldn’t stop listening to.