Maid of the Mist

I have just seen a portion of the Grammy's and I must say, Christina Aguilera is like a Vegas weather report - she just gets hotter and hotter. I remember when I used to think Britney was the finer of the two, but she's gone all trailer trash and got her fat ass married to K-Fed, who is possibly, and I'm not exagerrating here, the dumbest, dullest human being on the planet. He makes Carrot Top look like Stephen Hawking. But Christina has talent to spare, and that just makes her even sexier. And I'm not one for the goyisha look, so this is some compliment.

Anyhow, rabid obsessions aside...I'm in a good mood, so the rants I were preparing will have to wait. The source of my good mood? I have no clue. Nothing's changed since yesterday. I did have an interview in which despite all my preparation, I was thrown a curveball which basically forced me to maneuver my way through the questions like a blind man through a cactus plantation. I have no idea what that means. But it was sort of fun. At no point did I want to run yelling from the room, so I have to consider that a good omen.

The question in question concerned promotional economics, and if you have no idea what that means, well let's just say I won't be seeing you in my corner office anytime soon, except perhaps when you deliver my morning coffee. And maybe again when I call for you to hold the portable potty, so that I don't have to leave the desk to relieve myself and waste valuable time. I must warn you though that like a trip on the Maid Of the Mist, don't expect to leave in dry clothes. Ponchos are recommended.

PEACE.