Bleg.

Ya. Was lookin' thru the innernets to find something vaguely distracting that would be super innerestin' and also bury the post below so I don't look like some kind of nutty-crackpot...but not one single thing showed up to fit the bill.

Sigh

Anyhoo -
A fella could sit around blaming everything on the lack of cool shit today on the internets, or he could man-up, and try his best to concoct something.

It's hot in L.A. - like stupid hot. I went out to run some errands a while ago and was like, "DANG, that shit is motherfuckin' hot!" In fact, it was the primary conversation starter to the five conversations I had today. In return I was given this bueno line...
"I wouldn't want to meet this heat in a dark alley."

Nope, you wouldn't. It's the kind of heat that would hit you over the head with a baseball bat, take your wallet, cell, and shoes, and then leave your walletless, cellless, shoeless body to sizzle on the alley blacktop until the coyotes were lured down in broad (heh-broad) daylight to feast at your own frikken Bar-B-Que!

I know! Gross!

Anywise, after I had discovered how brutally hot it was, I had to go to a job-fair where I was encouraged to "dress professionally." My Gjod, professionally, in 137 degree heat!?! Who the hell does that? I dressed appropriately, meaning by the time I got to said job-fair I hoped I hadn't sweated thru my (very light) dress pants and thru my t-shirt that was under my acceptably nice dress shirt.

The "Job Fair," as it turns out, was something resembling a horrible waste of time...and something I sure didn't need to change out of short-pants for. In fact, it was very much like this post. Then again, it's not like I ask you to make yourself presentable for my blog, nor do I ask you to leave the house in ungjodly heat!

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