Oh lord, it's that time again

You know what's worse than the "Strap Down Happy Hour"?

The yearly company concert with special guest conductor.

This year it's Rumsfeld, and he is utterly clueless - I think he just took a handful of Ritalin and started waving his hands around.

The poor orchestra is trying to follow, but the 1812 Overture just sounds like cats in heat.

I have a headache.