Is this week over yet?

Because it's one of those weeks where my bosses wiggle overtime in front of my face and I say, "Sure!" and then when it comes time to go in for it or stay later for it, I just say, "Meh, whatever," and go the hell home.

But at least I don't have it as bad as the folks in Tucson or Australia.

Here's the thing about the Tucson shooting -- the shooter shot all those people. He decided to shoot some people, he went to the scene of the crime, and he shot a bunch of people. (Er, allegedly. My former-journalism-major brain still works on occasion.) Still, that's on him.

That said:

-- If something horrible happens and people point at something you said once and collectively wince, that's supposed to be the time where you go, "Yeah, okay, in retrospect that may have been the wrong way to put that."

-- "But Tommy does it too!" is not an excuse. Go ask your mother. I don't think I really have to put money on the possibility of her response involving everybody else jumping off bridges.

-- If you were a dick, and people call you out on being a dick, they're not actually picking on you. They're just calling you a dick. If they add, "Oh, and that's a horrible haircut, and your ass looks fat in those jeans," THEN they're picking on you.

-- How is it that two dim losers with lousy musical ability from San Dimas can achieve world harmony by telling people to be excellent to one another, but people genuinely get all offended when the President suggests we try it?

As for the floods in Australia ... GYAH. Donate what you can, you guys. It's a mess, and a lot of people could use a lot of help.

In less depressing news, I've had this song stuck in my head for something like a week now. Which isn't a complaint, really, but still.