No time-o, no bloggo.

I have rarely in my life been so privileged to deal with more stupid people who think they are Internet gurus in my life as I was today. I have literally been working since my butt hit this chair at 8AM, with maybe 15 minutes out to eat something for lunch. Morons. Morons, morons, morons. The moronosity quotient of the Internet must be at an all-time high.
I remember when people actually knew what you meant when you said “RFC”. And it doesn’t mean “Regionally Fried Chicken”, either.
Sheesh.