I’ve come to the realization that we are a generation satisfied by simply thinking about something, particularly tragedy, and thoughtlessly plundering through life under the auspice that regularly experiencing sympathy and empathy is synonymous with having principles.
Even though I don’t really have religious beliefs, I sat through Left Behind just to see you. I couldn’t help noticing how sexual you looked, though. It was wrong, Kirk, wrong.
That’s when I got the idea that perhaps, somewhere in Silicon Valley there was a Fetish Czar. What does the Fetish Czar do? The Fetish Czar decides all the new and bizarre ways you will be aroused.
The internet is like that. A confused logic. Though mostly I think of it as a buffet.
Maybe you’re underpaid, overworked, or both.