Jobs, Jobs, Jobs!

Yes, I'm talking to you, my Flock of nickel-eating Enid Blyton-reading subhuman tribelet of Eskimo headhunters!

There be JOBS available, and NOT of the Steve kind.

If you are original buyers from my Jupiter condo enterprise you will be viewing this "blog" post in the comfort of your 12,567th-floor luxury all Nano-bamboo-composite bedroom, sipping18th-century era Jovian White tea in a Wedgwood porcelain My-Cro-Kleen container while observing Io sink beneath the methane rain-filled SuperCumuloNimboid thunderheadªº artificial horizon and watching Charlie Sheen's YouTube mashup of Buddy Ebsen's eulogy at the Church of Beverly Hillbillies and Foo-Fighters' "Fear of Flying."

How do I know that? That camera that I Implanted in your hairpiece, silly!

Anyway, it's with pleasure that I managed to secure a one-time-only deal with Joe-Bob Branson, the famous Richard's younger transgendered sister, to build an entire capital city -- yes, you're reading it right -- an ENTIRE CAPITAL CITY, on the dwarf planet Pluto (see Pluto as taken from its orbiting moon Goofy IV, below)

Pluto,  from Goofy IV (thanks for the EVA, AstroBoyardee!)

and what it means to YOU, my hapless Flock of wingless goons, is that there are jobs. Jobs of every stripe, colour and description. Are you a Risk-based Romulan-Esperanto Translation-interpretation Specialist? There is a job for YOU.

Do you build incredibly detailed miniatures of John Travolta's patio furniture? There is a job for YOU also, my cephalically-challengened friend.

Are you just simply GOOD WITH YOUR teeth? There are 55 openings featuring that job requirement.

You may contact me in the Comments section, below, or can contact my firm's travel consultant Erma Gonzalez at 413-097-53691876-0535536-8131331 ext. 9872767 for details on the exciting fourteen-year trip to the Pluto Planetary Plenium. Free of charge, of course!

If this all doesn't excite the heck out of you, please consider signing up for meditation courses at my Sigmund School for the Blind.