The NHGHs in one's life

You're probably wondering what I'm referring to when I talk about the NHGHs of life. In SubGenius lore, NHGH a.k.a. He who named himself, embodies the unspeakable Dark Side of "Bob" which dwells within his dots. He is the ultimate lingering houseguest that will never leave. NHGH doesn't kill you or ruin your life. He ruins an hour or a decade at most. Needless to say, NHGH, like every other god, demon, angel or whatnot, was created by man. When I talk about the NHGHs of life, I'm talking about those things that fuck it up periodically. Things like that annoying cocksucker of a coworker that goes out of the way to make your shift miserable. The car battery that conveniently fails right before New Year's Eve ruining your plans to get together with friends. The computer that mysteriously won't turn on anymore. These, and many other things, are the NHGHs of life. And there's nothing you can do to completely get rid of them. Why? Because more always crop up. Get rid of one NHGH and others will take its place. It's a no win scenario. All you can do is hope that the Slack plane will realign in a positive permutation for you every once in a while. Hope that the smiling face of J.R. "Bob" Dobbs banishes the Grin of NHGH at least temporarily. And if you're wondering what NHGH looks like, check out the Mask of NHGH post elsewhere in this blog. This is the Right Reverend Mike, Head Slackmaster of the Fellowship of The Eternal Dobbs Pipe signing off.