I adore mi amor

Alas, the Bruins lost to the habs last night and are now down 3-1 in the series. Can they come back? They're about as likely to come back as I am to laugh at a Dane Cook joke (which, believe it or not, has happened before, so perhaps the B's have a chance after all). Anyway, it doesn't matter what happens to the Bruins because the Celtics begin their playoff run Saturday night and they are going to bring the ruckus.
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We have a "Help Wanted" sign on our door at work that stays there whether we're looking for help or not. If it were up to me, I'd take the sign down when we're not hiring because, well, we're not hiring. So, when someone comes in and asks about the job and I tell him we're not hiring, nine times out of ten I'll get a valid response like, "So why the hell do you have a "Help Wanted" sign on your door?" Short of telling them I don't know why, I usually just tell them we haven't got around to taking the sign down yet, which is an admittedly lame response, but I never really know what else to say.

Anyway, on the back of the sign it says "No Positons Available", which can be read from the inside of the store. More times than I'd care to recount, people have come in inquiring about the job and, after reading the "No Positions Available" sign, have walked out in slump-shouldered dejection . Once, because I thought someone was being humorous about the dual nature of the sign, I told him the "Help Wanted" sign only applied to the parking lot and the "No Positions Available" sign only applied to the interior of the building. "So what do you need people in the parking lot for?", he asked.

I fear for humanity, I really do.
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Just received Old Joy, my first Netflix movie, and expect to receive The Tracker, the Australian film I've been dying to see for years but could never locate, some time today. Yeah, I know, most of the population have been Neflixing (I coin terms like nobody's business) for years now, but I've learned to live with being a few steps behind most things. You should take a look at my cell phone; it doesn't even have access to the internet or a camera.
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So, are you ready to hear me riff about creampies? No? Don't sweat it; it's not a topic one just dives into---well, for some of us it is, but......I guess what I'm trying to say is when you're ready, and there's no rush, we'll travel, hand in hand, to creampie country. And if you think you'll never be ready for the journey? Too fucking bad---as unpleasant as you may find it, you are going through with this, one way or another.
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Regarding symbols in literature, I used to wonder, and still do, how often they are intentionally planted in the text by the author. If someone, say your college professor, tells you a button in a drawer symbolizes apathy, where was that knowledge gleaned from? Unless the author comes out and says, "Oh yeah, the button represents apathy for sure", isn't it all guesswork on the reader's end? Maybe that's the point, and I'm just too obtuse to realize it, but I was always told what something symbolized, as if it was a known fact. It was never, "Now, I'm just taking a shot in the dark here, but I think that button Kelly kept in the drawer represents the apathy she harbored towards her sister". Ah, it's probably never so either/or. I'm figuring there are numerous combinations of possibilities, such as: 1. author intends symbol/reader doesn't pick up on it 2. author intends symbol/reader picks up on it 3. author does not intend symbol/ reader sees one anyway.

So, in conclusion, I may never get to the bottom of this and, frankly, I don't care all that much if I ever do. What I'm more concerned about is Surri Cruise and her sudden descent into debauchery. Girl, you need to go to baby rehab before it's too late. Pacifier dependence is a serious, yet treatable, addiction.