In case no one got the obviousness of the post below, I am, starting February 24th, the new Mr Manager at Turtle Creek! So buy me a drink, though not at Fridays. It'll cost ya...It'll cost ya. I'm about to blow my stack. On the bad side, my car probably needs a new transmission. But I hear the Port Authority bus system is reliable. Anyway I'm off to squander all of my money at the Thrift Store on Mr Manager shirts. It's gold skies from here on out. As Brian Krakow would say, "The sky is, like, the limit."

It's actually the limit.

GOODLORDOGODDAMNHOLYJESUSINHEAVENONHIGH!

Company Man

Here it is: the new episode and the trailer for the new episode, in that order, top to bottom. The picture quality is phenomenally bad, so thank you 'upload'. But. If you don't like these, if you don't laugh at all the right parts, then I do not favor your company. If you favor mine then you'd better laugh. Here is something I might say to you while in your company: I hear when a girl is hot she is to roll on the ground and you are to cover her with your body. It's like Thurston Moore. I leave you thirstin' for more. This is an esoteric way of saying that I watched 'The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford' and 'The Great Wall of Sound' recently. These are more or less quotes.

Press play you mouse.

Devoured and Rocked

I must tell you what I have been reading because it does bother me so. I read Winesburg, Ohio and Watchmen. Both are good for different reasons, though, like an inconsiderate friend, it goes without saying. One is a collection of vignettes on the inhabitants of a town. The other a collection of comics on the rise and fall of superheroes. Both, though, are about the rise and fall. What I really liked about Winesburg is the set-up. Anderson says its a grotesque show, but the things on display aren't bearded women or hair-bodied men. There's a Doctor who fills his pockets with scraps of paper upon which he writes poetry and philosophy. But the scraps have turned to balls, long forgetting any literary value. There's an over-zealous farmer whose hopes and prayers have turned against him. There's the town beauty, Helen White. The town reporter, George Willard. It's not a complicated book by any means, but I feel I need to read and re-read it to get the full picture. And to remember each of the characters. There's so many! Gawd!

I am now reading Goethe's The Sorrows of Young Werther and hope to read Faust next. But I have so much I want to read right now that my mind is torn. If this were my only trouble I'd be in heaven with St. Libros devouring coconuts and rocking in my hammock.