warning: read at your own risk

Clearly I over-reacted yesterday about the NSA phone-trolling business as it appears 2/3 of the American people don't give a goddamn that their civil liberties are being violated.

Or I was right on about just how apathetic people can be.

Somewhere between 150-200 people were killed in Nigeria today when an oil pipeline exploded. Individuals attempting to siphon fuel appear to be responsible. And how misleading was that last sentence? Despite Nigeria being an oil rich country, 60% of the population remains below the poverty level. (Check it out: I just linked to a CIA site!) Big oil companies continue to make big profits while locals suffer.

"This is caused by hunger and greed. If you've got no job and you're hungry you take advantage of anything to feed your family. Anyone who takes this kind of risk is desperate," Olanrewaju Saka-Shenayon, a Lagos state government official, told Reuters.

Guess who's their number one export partner?

And speaking of the CIA, looks like someone is in a spot of trouble. How convenient for him to have resigned this week for unrelated reasons. How convenient for the FBI to have waited for him to resign before searching his home. I hate to be all conspiracy theoryist and all, but honestly. And, may I just say, it's nice to find out that the up-until-a-few-days-ago number 3 man in the CIA was awarding 2.4 million dollar contracts to childhood friends who threw poker parties where prostitutes were in attendance. Foggo claims to have not seen any prostitutes. Ah. Of course he didn't. And who can blame him. Just about everyone I know has trouble telling the difference between prostitutes and the average everyday friendly, nice, wholesome girls. Those bitches.

I think I'm in a mood today. I'm lacking compandres at work. It's been raining so hard my driveway looks suspiciously post-Katrina-like. The Kleenex at work is the kind where 2 pieces are necessary to be sufficient. And it's lacking aloe. I miss being able to covertly gmail constantly across the library or across town. Generation X is simultaneously familiar and irritating at the same time. I'm having a hard time picking out music to listen to. Hem is too mellow, Josh Ritter is too happy, Wilco is too much...I'm listening to Beck right now, but it's Sea Change so it kind of makes me want to slit my wrists.

I know after this post I'm going to get a deluge of social offers for the weekend. I can barely stand the thought of spending time with myself. Who's up for night of Erin bitching and moaning about the state of the world, the state of cheap Kleenex, the weather, and how the future involves having to make plans, decisions, and money?

Then again, at least I didn't get screwed over and am losing my job.

Reckley, you should forget about Gomez.
You and I should go on a good old fashioned drunk this weekend.