kicking puppies is bad

I saw another one of those despair, inc. “demotivational” posters today. I remember finding them funny at one point. They made me smile. They were almost as good as gummi bears. But that was a long long time ago. The don’t make me smile anymore. They make me sad.

It’s my opinion that jokes are like cheeseburgers.** When they are fresh they are one of the yummiest things ever. But what if the cheeseburger isn’t fresh? An hour later, it still might be appetizing. The drunk guy who lives next door will still like it. He probably won’t even notice that it has been sitting out and is a little nasty. The next day, when you encounter the same cheeseburger, you really don’t want to eat it. The drunk guy next door still might – but even he might notice that it is a bit funky. A week later is has started to get moldy – even the drunk frat guys don’t want it now (unless they are using it for some crazy hazing ritual). And after two weeks, it is rancid, decaying and infested with maggots.

At this point, the “demotivational” posters have maggots. Please make them (and the lolcats) go away.

** Mmm… Avacado Cheeseburger. Today is one of those days that I really wish I weren’t a 96% vegetarian. I really want an avacado cheeseburger.

This is probably just me being grumpy because my week has been so crummy. You should ignore my ranting. On the bright side (in case any of you are *dying* of curiousity) I don’t think I completely bombed the third phone interview with B&L today.