FUN W/ BOB

Conspiracy, Sacha, & Moving (we hope)

No, but Seriously
The current administration is conspiring against the normies. They are trying their damnedest to install right-wing loyal anchormen all around the federal government, effectively turning us into the christian equivalent of the muslim “enemies.” No, seriously. It’s not just a theory when it really happens that way.

Thank god for email, by the way. Because now we know.

I must say though, that I look forward to the day when we realize arrogance and ignorance are the enemies; stupid people, regardless of other affiliations.



For Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan
Watched Borat last night. There were some funny moments, but more than anything, I couldn’t help but feel that it was cruel to purposefully do to people exactly the opposite of whatever it was they typically experience/do/expect. Like the naked penis photos given to the Etiquette Coach. Or the way they disturbingly made demeaning cat calls to the Feminist group.

Another thing I thought about it was: what a missed opportunity. I mean, they could have made almost a real documentary out of this. They could have made a point. What I mean is, with the setup they were using, they got people to say things that normally they would not say, and got people to be themselves, thinking “only people in Kazakhstan are going to see this, not my neighbors…” You get an idea of what certain people
really believe, not just what they tell you they believe. Like the anti-gay redneck, or the ultra-conservative chief justice.

They went for Silly-Funny. It could have been Scary-Funny.



Phone’s not Ringing; Not off the hook, either
So my phone is not lit up with people requesting – no, demanding – that I come work for them in Eureka. I checked the line, it works; I can make calls out and receive calls in. You know, those internet work from home advertisements are looking a lot more tempting now.

Me want go byebye. Sheeeeeeiiiit, the girl is bugging more than me. Weird, too, because at this time last year, I was chomping to get out of here, and she wanted to stay. Now, everyday when I get home, it’s “Did you get a job yet?” not “Welcome home, sweetie!” It’s “You’ve applied to more places, right?” not “Would you like a foot rub?” I keep hearing “You need to get online and find a job,” not “You’ve worked so hard today, would you like a foot rub?”

I could really go for a good foot rub about now.

Peace.