I have to interview some guy at four this afternoon. Other than that, there’s not much to do but read a Ruby on Rails book and wait for the shortcomings of my most recent code to be discovered by QA.

I was planning on posting something to this blog with some actual substance to it. I have a topic but lack the presence of mind to give it the attention it deserves. Tomorrow morning early, I’ll get back to it instead of watching some YouTube bullshit.

But thank goodness for life’s little distractions. I’m on a mailing list with a lot of my boozer friends, past and present. Chili, one of the old crew who years ago traded in daily hangovers for respectable married life, announced that he was planning a one-night lapse to his old wicked ways. There was some debate over the choice of venue and as often happens on this list, the thread got hijacked and we started discussing something really unsavory.

Today’s unsavory topic happened to be peeling the skin off girls, and I approve of that. Not the act, mind you, but enjoying subject matter that is an anathema to the corporate world I work in. It’s the kind of thing that makes me want to sing. Despite a decent knowledge of punk-rock lyrics, no tune came to mind so I borrowed one from Peter Frampton and tweaked the words a bit:

I woke up this morning with a fine lass in my bed
Ooh fine, how fine
What the hell, I’ll be Ed Gein
Must’ve been a dream, can’t believe I went there
Come on, let’s upholster a chair

Do you…you, peel like I do…

Ah, I feel better already