Saturday, February 28, 2009
Lately, I've encountered hell on earth, meaning beyond irrational, nasty control freaks. Ah, the joys of living in a co-op apartment house in Manhattan mis-managed by .... well, use your imaginations. If I tell the story, I won't get out of this building. If I tell it to a judge, I still won't get out of this building. And guess what? We're ALMOST in an economic depression, kids. Nobody wants to use the D word, but we're descending rapidly into the Inferno. D = Dante. Who needs more shit from people? Who said death and taxes are the only guarantees? Anyway, despite Sartre and Hobbes, Monty Python has the answer for us. Video sent to me for comic relief by Marja Hagborg.