The Cid

You know, having toiled in the military, politics and defense contracting I thought I'd seen it all. Then I stumbled on Broadcast Journalism. It's been fun and challenging to cross over from column inches to airtime. And it's been pleasantly surreal to wake up on the couch and see myself re-broadcast from an earlier LIVE.

But these little "tv reporters" with whom I'm forced to work are little more than petty, conniving, two-faced destructicons. Sacks of shit. Lying, deceitful,...

One snark to rule them all
One snark to poll them
One snark to lure them in
And in the darkness troll them

I discovered the snark boards second hand and before time itself, it seems. Before Allan but after Trainwrecky. A groupie posted a little "she'd like to get in my pantses" fanwank to me at Anonymous Confessions on LJ.

Three friends from the Dope told me about it but not before my wife did . . . Took some explaining and ever since...