A slow day on Sunday. I went to Catherine's apartment and faxed some resumes and she smoked me up. Now, I'm awake and watching TV and my mind is wandering.
So, I was flipping through the cable guide and turned on a religious channel so I could hear it in the background. Let me tell you something: People are not bright. I would totally go and speak at one of these big, evangelical congregations. This fucking guy is totally losing the crowd and seriously saying to them, "Uh, uh, a dragon is a snake." I swear to God, who, by the way, hates dragons to a large degree. This guy will be on a roll and then stumble quickly for like three seconds, it's so funny. I'm not completley cold-hearted by the way. Believe what you want. Make fun of what I believe if you feel the need to defends yours. Anyway, this guy's podium is a fucking star and his hair looks like a small, tightly fitting cap. That's right, it's a cap. It doesn't even exist, in the Hat Realm. It falls under Cap. You know how there are some people who have helmet hair? To Cap Hair, riding a jet ski is on level with skydiving.
He said "methodologies." He also got the crowd to say, "Lets say no to exaggerations." This guy doesn't mess around. Reaching right into the thick of the problems, isn't he? He just got the crowd to say, "The Devil is slick." You know, Satan's, hanging out in his layer, fanning himself, snottily, "Yeah, I know."
I am going to bed. I'm tired.