I was talking to one of my coworkers today, someone who claims to be moderate. She was smug as all hell about Obama and disappointed that she couldn’t needle me about it since I just can’t make myself get emotionally invested. I was checking the results of our local races and state votes, and expressed dismay about what looks like a Prop 8 win.
To which she replied…”Good.”
Cue the movie villain steepled fingers and slow spin around in my chair until I was looking her face on, much the way you might look at a bug you were about to step on.
“Run that by me again. What does ‘good’ mean?” I asked...
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Finding amusement where you can.
Josh torments the dim: