Wuh?

Single-syllable non-word titles, anyone?

Guess who got canned!

No, not George W. I'm still working on that one.

Me, actually. Yeah, last week on Saturday, I was 'let go'. Oh well. Ever notice how you love working at a place, then you're fired, and you suddenly loathe the managers there, even if they were really nice? Weird, huh? Go fig!

Bitty wants me to help her with her blog, which looks suspiciously like a robot... please wait a moment while I cock an eyebrow. I believe it even says on it, "Kilbot 5000". Is it just me, or do I sense some hidden hostility? Or perhaps a robo-fetish? Maybe both? Maybe it's hostility toward ho-bots. I don't know.

I played "Conker's Bad Fur Day" today. Again. For the one-hundredth million time. I can beat anyone and anything using either the katana or throwing knives. Booyah. I destroyed 40 computer players on "Einstein" difficulty by myself. The difficulties are "Einstein", "Bastard", "Normal", "Crap" and "Inbred". I swear, they made the game with me in mind.

Dubya busted some terrorist the other day. Just thought I'd throw that in to give this blog some sort of political value.

Screw thinking.
Andrew