Quick Hits

About a month ago, I lamented the craziness at work and said that someday soon, I won't come home from work tired. I was right. Now I'm coming home from work downright exhausted. Does this mean the economy is picking up or just that I'm cleaning up after a lot more corporate fuck-ups?

Something tells me door number 2.

And speaking of corporate fuck ups, I defy anyone to tell me that Donald Trump's hair is not proof that if you have enough money, you just don't have to care about anything or anyone.

Are Wynnona and Ashley Judd really related?

Whatever happened to Chevy Chase?

My dog just doesn't seem to be interested in watching the Westminster Dog Show on TV. I think he likes "Emergency Vets" and "Animal Cops" though. I wonder if I should let him type a blog once in a while seeing as his name is in the title.

Yup, this entry is proof that I'm exhausted from work...