Do you hate us right now?

We know. We know. We dropped the Comfort Inn bomb and then went back to business as usual. Forgive us. We're still processing the news. Here's what we know as of right now:

1. Mineola is once again "temporarily" in charge.

2. Everyone seems determined to act as if Comfort Inn never existed. We are being urged to revert everything (policy and physical arrangement) back to how the Hutt had it as quickly as possible.
 
3. As a continuation of that, we're never going to be told anything more about what happened with Comfort Inn. Our subtle, and not so subtle, inquiries have been entirely ignored.

4. No one is overly concerned with proper procedure or even legalities. Shoes has been taking home things that Comfort Inn purchased for Tartarus out of our operating budget. This is, apparently, not a problem.

5. Our board won't be discussing starting our new director search until summer. When we are busy. Like last time. So we're looking at no less than 4-6 months without appropriate leadership. Just an interim director who works a few partial days and an assistant director who refuses to do essential parts of the job.

 

It's Mo Monday!

When you really think about it, Vikings are pretty terrifying. Large, rage-filled men storming your land, taking whatever and whomever they want. Who wouldn't be afraid of that? 

Apparently Mo agrees. While he's pretty terrifying all on his own, taking on the mantle of viking makes him an absolute nightmare.
 

Great Caesar's Ghost!

We don't even know what to say right now. Words fail.

Comfort Inn is gone.

Fired.

Never to set foot in Tartarus again.

This means that our board of directors actually did something for a change. They actually responded to a personnel problem. Which they did not do when we were being verbally abused. Or Shoes refused to fulfill job requirements. In fact, we have no idea what prompted this decision. 

All we know is, last night the board had a meeting. Today we were told that the president of the board went to Comfort Inn's house this morning with the city detective to "give Comfort Inn the papers." What does this mean??? Has Comfort Inn done something illegal?

We are filled with burning questions.

If octopi were body builders

It's time once again for Stuff Out of Context. Today's line is:
My tentacle will have to be very strong.

It might need a bigger barbell.

 

It's Mo Monday!

In a Mr. Potato Head display of this size, you could hide a lot of things. Mo isn't one of them. In spite of his efforts, he's not particularly well hidden in this photo (though we admit he could be, given his color). It's a good thing, too. Nothing could be much worse than reaching onto a shelf for your favorite plastic potato only to come away with one less finger and a bad case of the rabies.
 

What's next? A spoonful of jello?

We haven't shown you a Tartarus refrigerator photo in a while. What we spied in there today is certainly noteworthy.

Unless we are mistaken that is, at most, two inches of banana. Who saves a bite of banana? If you really can't swallow one more bite of banana, throw it away. What are the chances it will taste any good in 24 hours?

Allow 6 to 8 weeks for delivery

It's time once again for Stuff Out of Context. Today's line is:
You need to order the special Sri Lankan dog killing juice in advance.

You know it's good because it's bubbly