ich bin ein auslander

Another week, another West Wing. Granted, this wasn’t one of the finest episodes, but it’s so refreshing to see a well written show. I like big words. I like people that aren’t afraid to use them.

God save us from project managers with no conception of the project. Or how to manage one.

Isn’t this why I quit working for companies in the first place?

Making all my various travel arrangements… flights, hotels, car rentals… ever notice how much of a scam all this shit is? Special rates that never apply, different rates if you’re on the website or if you call the hotel / rental place directly or if you call the company directly (and then get different rates depending on which person you talk to)…

Makes me want to blow them all up.

I have spent the last few days voicing strong opposition to seeing 8 Mile; flatly refusing to go see it in spite of the fact that everyone I know wants to see it and seems to be interested, for god knows what reason.

Last night, this even led to a near fight between two friends at Finn’s, as one of my friends has an even stronger anti-Eminem position than I do.

So it was with great surprise that I found myself giving in to peer pressure today and going and seeing the damn movie with Wendy, Jon and Simon.

I tried, I really tried to pretend I was interested. I walked out. What a stinking piece of shit.

Just did my bike to this song*. I’ve never gone so damn fast before. Legs hurt.

Also, they closed with this at the show. Un-fucking-believable, to quote the dude from Fish Called Wanda.

* now that you’ve downloaded and enjoyed the song for free, please go buy their best album here.