The Stories We Could Tell

I am reading An Act of God by David Javerbaum, which was just made into a play staring Jim Parsons. It is hysterical (I needed a few laughs in my life.) When talking about Job, God wonders if Job is loyal only because of the bounty he’s received and wonders if he would still be so loyal if God had never given him any anything. “In other words: was he a Yankees fan or a Cubs fan?” Frigging hilarious. Plus, I’ve studied on read up on many of the major religions – this is a natural by-product of going to Catholic school for 17 years; you find a new religion or become an atheist. I chose Buddhism, which is more of a philosophy and has at least one foot, up to the ankle, in the atheist world. So I kind of chose both. I always was an overachiever.

I'd love to have a beer with God. If he existed. Instead, people have been killing in his name since the beginning of the human race. It's big business. Look at the Crusades! Al Quaeda. ISIS. Jim Jones. Manson. Heaven's Gate (who also castrated themselves, crazy bitches.)

The world is full of crazies and fanatics. But a beer with God? The stories he could tell.

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
-The Smashing Pumpkins

The wheels have really come off the bus at work. I found out more disturbing news yesterday which just underscores the fact that this business is not going to make it. They failed to take into account the fact that the US market bears no resemblance to the European market. Add that to the fact that they’ve done zero marketing. The overall sum is a hot mess. And that bobbing head, trying to stay afloat in tidal wave of chaos, that’s me.