A few days ago SFR, my boss (for the next twenty-five days) and my director were all sitting up front hen-cackling. I was doing my level best to keep my head down and keep working because I was, as usual, about two days behind. Hmmmm...wonder why? I was very exhausted and when I get that bad my filters tend to stop working, so I'd been interjecting little snarky comments throughout the day. Anyway, SFR was naturally regaling us with some backwoods hick story of her family when the conversation turned to crawfish.
SFR immediately switched verbal gears and related a tale of her sister in law who, upon coming to Louisiana for the first time decided that she didn't like eating crawfish because "...they're too small and there's too little reward for all that hard work."
My response? "So's a clitoris, but that's never stopped me before."
I'm surprised I'm still employed.
In other news, AMC TV has decided that they've gone utterly fucking mad. They're making a mini-series based on the 1960's touchstone BBC series "The Prisoner." Having seen some of the clips I'm thinking that even Sir Ian McKellan Himself (who is playing the redoubtable and infinitely replaceable No. 2) isn't going to make this festival of offal worth watching.
See for yourself what happens when people think they can gild a lily. Me, I'm just glad McGoohan died before he had to witness the brutal rape of his masterwork.