Finally, it’s Friday. And the shitty weather of the past few days appears to be taking a turn for better. It’s actually supposed to be sunny and warm today. I had to come in rather early this morning because we were implementing a major change to one of our systems that had the potential to be a real nightmare if something went wrong (which would have been a bummer, since it’s me who wrote it). Fortunately, there were only a couple of minor glitches (so far, anyway – knock on wood), and it looks as though my early day can be parlayed into an early release for the weekend.

How ’bout that John Travolta, huh? Now he’s got a third dude saying he was sexually harassed by Vinnie Barbarino. I would suggest that Johnny get some psychiatric help, but, them people don’t believe in all that. But I think a few extra auditing sessions are called for, at the least.

So, have you seen this new Time Magazine cover? Of course you have – it’s big huge news (for some reason). I have to admit, it seems a bit odd to me to nurse your kid until he or she is, like, 4 or 5 years old. But, hey, what do I know. We didn’t have those newfangled breast thingies back in my day. All we had were bottles (and rubber nipples).

So, Mitt the bully prankster doesn’t remember being an asshole, but he clearly remembers that, if he was an asshole, it wasn’t because the kid he doesn’t remember assaulting being an asshole to was gay.

Sounds reasonable.