Soon I have to go to my company's general meeting, where we hear in shocking, gratuitous financial detail our progress in terms of perpetuating the Great Lie it is all our jobs to defend. I find my position difficult. They are good to me - to us - and will shortly institute a regimen to give us more money. And yet our mandate is morally corrupt. Not morally corrupt like making chemical weapons for use against civilians or anything, but enough to make it hard for me to feel any pride in my job at all.
Something that helps me is Harpo Marx:
And oh yes, Chico - in an undeniably sexy way, too. I've heard he was a massive womanizer. But who wouldn't want to be womanized by a guy who can tickle the upper keys like that? Hehhhhh.
Anyways. Last night we watched At the Circus and I meant to find you Harpo's routine from that which was just shockingly good, but either YouTube doesn't have it or I don't have the patience to find it - not sure which. Figaro has caught on that I've got no problem waiving the mid-week reefer ban if he gets Marx Brothers movies or episodes of Monty Python I've never seen, so I'm laughing a lot these days. Good hard belly laughs. Good for the abs.
Faaaaaack. Time to meat.