I suppose dropping to my knees and screaming "WHYYYYYY?" at the heavens won't do any good.

One more Clusterfuck Tuesday out of the way -- I cannot wait for the semester to be over.  Clusterfuck Tuesdays started out as just a particularly bad convergence of crappy hours and idiot co-workers, but has since branched out, apparently.  My apartment complex put in half a dozen new sets of speed bumps and, oh yeah, George Lucas is developing a Star Wars sitcom.  It's as though the man actually delights in taking billion-dollar shits on our collective childhoods.  Perhaps, though, it is righting a cosmic imbalance -- as Star Trek becomes more awesome, Star Wars must increasingly suck?  I gotta say, though, we're closing in on the absolute lower limit of suckage here.

In lighter news, my Google news feed has cut out the middleman and is now sending Pinto prompts straight to my desktop: behold Hot Nude Yoga.  It's a thing now.