I Wanted A Lemur.

Jim Awad is managing editor of Zephyr. Dude's last name is Awad. Awad. Fuck. Okay I'm pretty immature but that's just hilarious. Seriously, really, seriously, his last name is Awad. A. Wad. My lands.

I'm watching CNN and they're talking about Citibank's 53,000 layoffs. They've got this Awad guy on as a talking head. I miss those two blindingly hot chicks they had during the election.

Time to turn on the radio.

Yanno, just as an aside, what happens to libel laws during campaign season? There's an awful lot of slander that goes on during those things and I don't recall ever hearing about anyone suing over it afterwards. Is it possible that those laws are, I dunno, sort of meaningless? 

This is the kind of stuff I blog about when I have nothing to blog about. Yet I still blog. 

I remember when I was a little kid I saw footage of one of those lemurs hopping across the wilderness of Madagascar. I wanted a lemur immediately. They were just like little weird, uncoordinated people. 

Which brings me to an unrelated point that is somewhat similar. Have you ever watched a meth addict? You notice that they walk like they've lost all motor control while trying to balance a book on their head. They've got this odd upright posture, meanwhile every movement is totally exaggerated. I can't help but chuckle. 

Okay, there's my portrait if I was painted by Boticelli. There's a link to the site somewhere on my computer, where you can upload a picture of yourself and see what you'd look like if you were painted by an old master, or you were a chimp, or whatever. It was a really damned interesting site. 

I'll try and find that link on here one of these days. Hopefully that place still exists.

Be excellent.