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I was listening to NPR this morning on the way in... like I do everyday that I drive myself to work... and they had this spot on Pearl Jam. I've never been a huge fan or anything, but Eddie Vedder had a really surprising quote about his thoughts on corporate America and I can't remember the exact verbiage, so I won’t misquote him here. It was just cool coming from someone you wouldn't expect to here it from. If NPR didn't charge $5.95 for a single transcript, I'd share it with you... but in retrospect, it's probably not all that cool and I was probably still half asleep at the wheel anyway. Another thing that I heard that was absolutely hilarious was a blurb about the police chief that was the PR conduit during the sniper investigation in the DC area last year. Apparently, he is writing a book about the entire investigation and the county's ethics committee put the kibosh on the whole deal. They state that it is unethical for someone under the employ of the county to make a profit from something they did in the official capacity of their office. So the dude resigned. No problem, right? I mean, he quit to follow his little detective book dream and he doesn't have to worry about stepping on toes with the county... and the county doesn't have to violate any ethics by endorsing one of their employees profit from something quasi job related. I'd think so... but, no. Apparently, now that he's free to exercise his First Amendment rights as a free man, the county (his former employer that was gravely against his making money with his book for the sake of ethics) is now evaluating whether they should be entitled to a few slices of his book pie. Where the fuck did their concern over ethics go? Greedy bastards... all of 'em. I got on the elevator in the parking garage today at the top. As it stopped at each floor on the way down, more people piled on, and with them came more smells. Elevators are funny that way... little smell containers. Anyhoo, about the fourth floor or so, this young lady got on that smelled like a grandma's house. You know, smelled like an estate sale? I am not sure what that smell is... old? Mothballs? It wiped out every other smell in the elevator for the rest of the ride down. Potency. Speaking of potency, the potency of my cup-o-joe is drastically reduced by the sorry bastardardos that make coffee that looks like water with a drop of brown food coloring in it. I've said it before and I'll say it again... Coffee Making 101 should be part of orientation.