We don't need no 'Green' Olympics
We don't need no smog control
No short-term measures from Zhongnanhai
Hey, Leaders! Leave our Jing alone!
All in all, it's all just become such a bore
(Of course, The Cowboy's flyer said 'There Will Be Ribs'...... but I guess 'Here Will Be Ribs' works too. I wanted to clip his name and address off the bottom before posting it, but, for some strange reason, my version of Photoshop has become maddeningly glitchy about what it will and will not let you crop. Another reason for my current state of fume.)
Let me have your thoughts.
Today, finally, it ends. The torment of evening teaching that I've been putting myself through for the past four-and-a-bit months (for the past three months, in a particularly unrewarding setting: trying to teach a bunch of braindead, uncommunicative, unmotivated software engineers who can barely speak a word of English) will be over after 8pm tonight.
I am soooo HAPPY! (I really must promise myself never to accept a gig like this again. Working in the evenings is just miserable.)
I shall probably celebrate by getting extravagantly drunk immediately afterwards.
For now, I shall pre-celebrate with a little burst of The Soup Dragons.
I included a link to this in my post on Bluto a couple of weeks back, but I couldn't resist embedding the clip.
Right now, the great man's 'advice' seems to be our only option for survival. Beijing has become a nightmarish, BladeRunner world of perpetual drizzly twilight, and I fear this is likely to persist for most of the coming month. I think drinking heavily is going to be our only lifeline to sanity.