it is a man's own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways

    Weak and not terribly heartfelt apologies for the lack of spontaneous and original content lately. I am, in a word, exhausted. Between the 9-to-5, the weather (rainrainrain), the guy next door with his over-loud hip hop music, the other guy next door on the other side who's ripping up carpet until 2:00 every morning, the need to get the car to the shop before it poops out completely, and the need to find a new place to live before I'm living in a storage unit with all my crap, I can barely see straight. Besides, my answers to these little quizlets are original, even if the questions sometimes are not.

• So, do you like beer?
  so, yeah, I do kind of like beer, now and then, yep. Some recent big winners include these two:

  

  Fulton Legally Blonde

  

  Breckenridge Vanilla Porter

• What's your least favorite repetitive task?
  opening file cabinets - the metal kind with the little latch next to the handle. I developed De Quervain's tendinitis from it!
• When was the last time you rode a bus? Where was it headed?
  it was probably an airport shuttle, from O'Hare to parking
• What song from your childhood could make a parent's nerves stand on end?
  any juvenile media is enough to make me want to punch a nun
• The US Presidential election cycle [was] drawing to a close [as this meme was originally posted], and the third and final debate was held [the night before]...what was the last thing you 'debated about'?
  oddly enough, I was involved in a group conversation today involving the use of language in an official capacity - during which one member of the group had both feet and head planted in the sand - and then another meeting that was a lot like inadvertently choosing the non-functional bumper car at the fair and being stuck, motionless, in the middle of the floor while getting slammed in any direction, willy-nilly, by whomever felt like ramming the car.
  You could call that a "debate", I suppose.
• Can a person make too much money? How much is too much?
  yes. Enough is...
  oh, it's like the Supreme Court's test for obscenity--which, if you get it, you get it, and if you don't, you're probably just going to be snide about not getting. So, just leave it as, yes, I strongly believe that a person can make too much money. How much is too much? Well, that's pretty obvious, isn't it?
• Pop-soda-Coke-something else ... what's it called where you live?
  pop
• Insert your own random thought here.
  "The kindest word in all the world is the unkind word, unsaid." I don't know whose words those are, but they've rung through my head lately, at top volume. So many times in the past few days, weeks, and months, someone has said something to, about, or around me that's left me wondering, "Why couldn't that have gone unsaid?" Snarky isn't funny; it's mean. Mean isn't funny; it's sad. Sad isn't funny, ever.
  "Silence is golden." [Thomas Carlyle, Sartor Resartus]

[from The Cat, who got it here; the title quotation is a Buddhist proverb]