WTF?

AKA: A Little Homophobia Never Hurt Anyone:

Corey Andrew had his profile and resume posted at Careerbuilder.com, and it caught the eye of Army recruiter Marcia Ramode, who contacted him. He wasn't interested in a position in the military, particularly because of the ban on gays and lesbians in the military.

When Andrew informed Ramode that he is gay, and believed that the DADT policy was wrong, the two engaged in a three-day email exchange that included statements by Ramode, in her official capacity as a recruiter, that boggle the mind. (Jersey Journal):

"GO BACK TO AFRICA AND DO YOUR GAY VOODOO LIMBO TANGO AND WANGO DANCE AND JUMP AROUND AND PRANCE AND RUN ALL OVER THE PLACE HALF NAKED THERE."
– U.S. Army recruiter Sgt. Marcia Ramode, using her military email address to respond to Jersey City resident Corey Andrew, after Ramode learned Andrew was gay.

You can check out the whole article here.

As disgusting and reprehensible as I find this, I must say there is little in life I enjoy as much as watching an asshole go to great lengths proving just how bug an asshole he or she is.

Good job, Marcia. You are one giant rectum.

May the Force be with you. In moderation

Hahaha

This made me laugh, so I thought I'd share:

Holy dingle berries!

We just bought a house!

Of course, we still have a ways to go before this is all set in stone. Home inspection, etc. But, our offer has been accepted. Looks like we'll become homeowners in May.

Now with less spoilers!

My apologies to anyone out there who hadn't managed to get around to watching the most important episode of BSG ever before reading my last post. I'm an obsessive fan, so I presumed everyone else had watched it already.

What can I say, I just really, really miss Starbuck. She's hot.

So, in other news: Coming this May to a post office near you


Sweet, eh?

Oh, and KG and I put in an offer on a house in Abington. Life goes on hold until we find out how that goes.

That is all.

RIP Kara Thrace

Oh, Starbuck.

All I'm saying is you guys better wow the pants off me this season to make up for that!

It's been a while...

Things have been crazy busy over at casa de TK. KG and I are back on the house market. We fell in love with this insanely beautiful Victorian. The good news: priced at 60K below assessed. Bad news: it's located right in the anus of Brockton. Just about the worst part of town.

So, the search continues. We're looking into slightly better towns this weekends in hopes of finding something we can afford in a neighborhood that won't turn our kids into Glock toting whiggers.

Work, where I usually take the time to blog, has been nuts. My boss is out with a broken ass (technically a L1 fracture, which is not the ass, but L1 is nowhere near as fun to say as "broken ass"). She's been out going on 12 weeks. ML is acting instead, and her counterpart in SW is going to shit out a baby any day. So we're down from 4 people doing my job to 2. Not fun. I haven't farked in almost a week! Worse yet, I'm splitting my days between offices, which means I only get to hang with the posse 2 days a week.

Add to that the training for 10.1, closing and various clinician blunders and Medicare fuck ups and I'm busy, busy, busy.

Sigh. I need a beer.

Craptacular!

Oh. My. God.

Someone please tell me this guy is not for real.