Greg thought back to last week, to last Friday. To 4:43PM. A quiet knock on the frame of the open door behind him pulled him from his work at his computer. He turned to see his boss, a small, ruddy man, in the doorway, abnormally silent. Greg guessed at the reason for the visit "Hey, Joey. That report is about half-way...", but Joe cut him off. "Listen, Greg. We're letting you go. I want you to know, I told her that you were the best, and that we should fire Bobby instead, but...". Greg scratched his forehead. "So, she fired both of us, didn't she". Joe looked behind him, and turned slightly to smack the door frame loudly with his open palm. "Fucking H.R., Greg. I was going to tell you yesterday, but they made me...". Greg finished the thought "They made you wait until now, so no one had time to go postal.". Joe nodded and folded his hairy arms across his chest. "There's no way we're going to get shipments out, next month", Joe stated. Greg exhaled slowly, and stood up. "Well, I guess you have my check?". Joe looked behind him again, and motioned for Greg to come over. "Listen, they were going to mail you your check next week, but fuck that. If they don't like it, they can kiss my Mick ass. I already cut you a check, yesterday, before they could tell me not to.". Greg shook Joe's hand firmly, thanked him, took the check, and left the building. In the parking lot, he knocked twice on the large tinted window adorning the side of the H.R. office, then calmly poured out his full cup of stale, sugary coffee onto the floor and driver's seat of her Mercedes Benz convertible. He could hear her coming out the side door and yelling histerically as he spun the tires.

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Meme's are silly.

1: I am of the species homo sapien, gender, male.
2: I have never received less than a genius-level score on an IQ test, yet I make only $12 an hour.
3: I hate the police, and being governed. I am unwilling to be any man's subject.
4: I would rather remove all my skin with a battery-powered Dremel tool than listen to the so-called music of "Linkin' Park" for an extended period of time.
5: I have driven a red 1986 Mercury Topaz at 115 miles an hour.
6: I recently spent over $2000 to repair a vehicle with a blue book value of just over $3000. What a waste of money, right?
7: I am severely disappointed with the lack of futuristic inventions since the year 2000.
8: I wish I could simply side-step our oppressive current civilization, and go live in the woods like a cave man.
9: I have body image issues with my hair, face, belly, and toenails.
10: I am motherfucking done with this meme! WooOOoOo!

It is 12:25PM on a Sunday Morning, and my beer is half-way gone. Mind you, I am only having the one beer, with my lunch.

Members of my family intermittently try to convince me to go back to church... I couldn't deal with the people I met there, each one more plastic smiles on the outside, and more gooey venom under the skin, than the last one. No, I'm not going back. I think they wouldn't like the idea of a beer with lunch...well fuck them. Beer tastes good with lunch, so I'll have one if I want to. I'll live with my lover, and watch what I want on TV, speak my mind, and think my own thoughts. I'll draw what I want. Drawing... my artwork has gotten me in trouble, in the past. Some couldn't accept it, and they felt that it made me someone God couldn't accept...well, FUCK THEM. This isn't pre-renaissance Europe or Nazi Germany, this is the fucking USA in the 21st century.

Church is for children and fools; beer is for lunch.

So.... I've been lazy lately. No new pictures in quite a while.

A lot's happened to me. I met my girlfriend, Stephie, two years ago, now, we moved in together, our apartment burned down, my cat died, we lived in an R.V. for a few months, we got a new apartment and filled it with a lot of replacement stuff, and...I haven't had a lot of time to draw :-P

So, that's what's been up with me.

(If anyone wondered)

To Quote: "DRM makes me swear like a drunken pirate with tourette's at an IRS audit."

I hate AOL. I hate DRM. Lucky me, two of the things I hate have combined, to form a conglomeration of nastiness the likes of which the world has never known.

So, I go to [link], and type in "new on DVD". Boom. I click the first link, and it happens to be on an AOL subdomain (something.aol.sucks.my.ass.org or something). I ignore this fact. Gathering the information I was looking for, I read the description for the movie "Brick", and think, "oh, that sounds cool". Then I click on the "watch the trailer" link. The page comes up, but, no, something has gone awry... I seem to be missing a plugin.

Here, is where I made my mistake. Shudder, my friends, at what is about to transpire: I clicked "Install". This launched a half hour of trying desperately to uninstall the FUCKING AOL DRM SPYWARE it doesn't list with the other plugins, and doesn't show up as a file when you search the entire fucking drive, to delete it, disregarding the bare wires of associative settings left sparking.

Fuck DRM. Fuck DRM up it's stupid fucking ass.