Us against the world, lads.

Some of the people I work for/with need a fucking glassing. Come to think of it, so does 2010, as a whole.

Here is some joy, though, just because it's Friday. FMC will especially enjoy the lovely big ginger and his mad dancing skillz.

I'm going local for a few dozen drinks, some seaweed and cucumber salad and some crab rangoons when I get out of here. If my head doesn't explode first. What bar will YOU be in at 5:05?

Divven't push it, Petal.

Gratified at news reports that the idiot Palin's visit to Boston drew a much smaller number than the 10,000 teabagging morons they smugly expected. I'm glad to note that her tawdry bits of bombast don't go over as well here as in other places.

That bitch be unstable.

New furniture.

Not for us, for the cats. I'm so glad THEY'RE comfortable.