electric relaxation

Despite spending the last several years trying desperately hard not to care about anything, I still have a few convictions left. One of them is that diamonds and the luxury diamond industry are a shining example of some of the sickest, stupidest, most disgusting aspects of human behavior. Fuck diamonds, and fuck the people who buy them. Yes, I realize this includes many of my friends and family. Fuck you, sell outs!

Now that that’s out of the way. Shane Co. is going out of business! Ok, so I have some remorse for the employees. I have only slight, vestigial twinges of sympathy for the people who are now short their layaways or deposit money. Too bad, suckers. Mostly I’m just thrilled because it means I’ll never have to hear one of their shitbox ads ever again. I don’t listen to the radio anymore, mostly because most radio ads make me want to drive my car off a bridge, and Shane Co. was first among equals in contributing to the cesspool of sewage that constitutes modern radio advertising.

Sadly, diamonds seem to be yet another reason why, despite my claims to the contrary, I’ll never end up actually marrying an Indian girl. In closing, it’s hard to yell when the barr-el’s in yo mouf. 

[p.s. in case it wasn't entirely obvious, I'm in a bad mood today, because I had to get in to work at 8AM for a demo. Personally, the only time it's ever acceptable for me to be at work that early is after an all-nighter .]