Today there's a House marathon. I like House. He's such a nice person, really, if you get right down to it.

Seriously, don't we all wish that we could be so rude and so ... annoyingly right?

I mean seriously, the guy is a pest but a brilliant one and, truth be told, I think that sometimes people deserve to be told the truth loudly. You can question whether it would do any good but wouldn't it be fun? At least for a while ... let's face it, not only does everybody lie but there's also a whole lot of everybodies that are total idiots. And I think it is the responsible thing to do to tell them this. Over and over and over and over ...

But, in the end, I'm just too ... nice.


Idiocy. I have an example:

I wish a happy, slightly belated birthday to Damien. Damien turned one yesterday. How do I know this? Because I just remembered, looking at the date that one year ago there was a woman in the hospital giving birth. She managed to postpone that for a bit until something like 07:06. Get it?

06-06-06 at 7:06 which is really 6 hours and 66 minutes.

So, not only do I wish him a happy birthday but also new parents and this time ones who are not total idiots.

I so hope the kid turns out eyebrow-singingly gay with a deep and profound love for musicals, showtunes and the complete work of Celine Dion.

Though they might like that. After all ... what's more evil than Celine?

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