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The Shoe Sale is back on the air. I punched the preset this morning just to see if I would get lucky, and boy-howdy, did I ever! The signal which for the past year, in the rare instance it was on, could not penetrate the 1/4" plate glass of my dining room window lasted almost to the Flying J east of State Line. In related news, Johnny Three Sheets has a CD out, I have to run up to The Long Ear and pick up a copy.

In less related news I switched on Fuel TV while folding the laundry in hopes of catching a ski and snowboard show or women's surfing. Instead they were showing "The Man Who Souled the World," a documentary on about World Industries founder, Steve Rocco. If like me, you're not a skater, those names may mean nothing to you. But you will recognize one of their top skaters, Jason Lee, and their early videographer, Spike Jonze, as well as Johnny Knoxville who apparently had no known marketable skills back then either aside from a willingness to humiliate himself for others' amusement. Which, when you think about, is really a fitting job description for most modern service sector employment anyway.

The important part here is that in the end, Rocco sells the company for the princely sum of $20 million. At that point I looked up and thought "Only 20 million? I've signed off on much more than that amount of money in my job." Which yet again reminded me that I'm a fucking tool -- no fucking shit, Sherlock. However, on further contemplation, am I really any more of a tool than some hipster working at Starbucks or Kinkos? The only difference is that I get paid more, and I can fuck off more on the clock. Hell, if it's about screwing the system, I figure I am the Che-motherfucking-Guevara of revolution through laziness and incompetence.