barrel o' monkeys

so i just wrote an entire post about how unevenly politically correct terms are applied and how they tend to be extremely inaccurate. but then i decided it sucked so you get this instead: another dallas story. orly and i went to a show at ad libs on friday night. i would say it was well worth the money i paid. i can say that because orly was my sugar-mama all weekend and paid for my ticket. but anyways, the improv comedy troupe was doing a skit that within the realm of fish camp is commonly known as the sphinx. (3 people get on stage as an all-knowing being and answer audience questions via one word responses from each member.) so the inevitable question is asked: why are there no women in your comedy troupe? the reply: women. aren't. funny. laugh it up chauvinist pigs. we all know it isn't true, because if you've spent any extended period of time with me then you know i'm freakin hilarious.

next topic: this week at work i'm playing a fun game. it's called see-how-much-crap-martha-can-severely-and-irreversibly-screw-up. both of my bosses are at an IT conference in colorado which leaves me as the sole source of computer support for the southern plains area (20 locations in texas, new mexico, arkansas, oklahoma and panama) of the agricultural research service. (that could be a bit of an exaggeration, but it makes me feel important.) i'm glad i've embraced this new found responsibility by taking time to post on my blog. sure hope they don't read this thing.