Under the category heading of ‘Fundamentally Wrong” comes something that I just saw in the Men’s room here at the office. In the floor of the handicapped stall, there was a copy of Seventeen magazine. Why a guy needs that for his toilet reading material I really, really don’t want to know.

On another topic, I’ve done some really dumb crap out of boredom in my time; but never have I been bored enough to do this. Hell, I don’t want to be in Wal-Mart for 41 minutes, much less 41 hours.

Later.