Thar She Blows

I hate El Paso in March. Its the windy season, and damned if the skies don't have more sand in it than the ground does. All this means is its a miserable time for anyone who works with allergy sufferers. It's true, everyone is inconvenienced in their own way. Allergy sufferers choose not to keep it to themselves and have to go around moping and wallowing in their misery, sharing it vocally with the rest of us non-allergy sufferers. It kinda pisses me off. Here I am witting down working when a conversation gets sidetracked into "Oh God, my allergies are making my eyes water and my nose stuff up and my eyes red and my tits swell".

Well, maybe not their tits.

But you see my point? It's like the boss coming in and asking you to do something critical, and right before he tells you the single most important thing of the project, some ass-hat who should have gone home for feeling like shit or should have taken some allergy medicine (available over the counter!) then takes sympathies from everyone in the room for being such a trooper and showing up to work that the important item that needed to be conveyed is now forgotten about and you're up shit creek.

Speaking of blowing, can we shut the fuck up with all the God damned gay cowboy jokes? Its getting old now. If I have to hear one more person say "Bareback Mountain" IM going to loose it. Yes, the movie is a cinematic breakthrough that follows in the same lines as the likes of Sidney Portier's "Look Who's Coming to Dinner", yes its open to a lot of ridicule in a normally straight laced field of movies but come on! IM sure (I wasn't born until the end of the disco era) that the Village People were hazed in the same fashion, but still, lets stop beating this gay horse till it whinnies blood all over the berber carpet.

And don't you dare come up to me and say "how dare you say beat and gay in the same sentence". Shut the fuck up! I have tons of gay friends, you silly goose...