It could be worse, I could still be at work.

 

... oh, right.... I AM still at work.

 

I do believe I don't have enough Sangria or beer at the house to remedy today's frustration.

 

Okay, so I have a new custom user title for you C5: "Post Whoring for Sanity"!!

 

However, I can guarantee that I have enough liquor to do so.

 

Sucks to be you.

 

I'm remarkably okay with the idea.

 

The good news is that I'm not in Iraq. I still have the utmost respect for the men and women over there. Drew included.

 

What do you do again?

 

Which job?

I work in finance during the day (the one I'm still at), and work at a bar part time at night.

 

"Well I guess it all started the first time I went through the second grade. I caught my reflection in a spoon while I was eating my cereal, and I remember thinking "wow, you're ridiculously good looking, maybe you could do that for a career."
"Do what for a career?"
"Be professionally good looking."

 

"Get off... the nuclear... warhead"

 

"If you're so smart, tell me something, how come you go to M.I.T. for 8 years to become a cable repairman?"

 

Goin' to bed. G'night.

 

"The four elements: earth, air, water, and fire. Of these, I call your attention to two: air and fire. As pilots we live in the air, but we die by fire."

 

Yay, Admin taking the night off... which means I can do whatever I want!

... like run amuck amuck amuck amuck amuck.

 

Though I'll probably just be going home instead

 

I think the gym may be in order, go run a couple miles....

 

Nah, I think drinking would be better for me in the short term

 

"And I am reminded, on this holy day, of the sad story of Kitty Genovese. As you all may remember, a long time ago, almost thirty years ago, this poor soul cried out for help time and time again, but no person answered her calls. Though many saw, no one so much as called the police. They all just watched as Kitty was being stabbed to death in broad daylight. They watched as her assailant walked away. Now, we must all fear evil men. But there is another kind of evil which we must fear most, and that is the indifference of good men."

 

"No, I'm saying, if he knows I'm a ****-up, why does he leave me in charge of getting his wife back? Because he doesn't ******* want her back! He no longer digs her, it's all a show! Ok, so then why doesn't he give a **** about his million bucks? I mean, he knows we never handed off the briefcase, but he never asked for it back. The million bucks was never in the briefcase! The ******* was hoping that they would kill her! You threw out a ringer for a ringer!"

 

"After much deep and profound brain things inside my head, I have decided to thank you for bringing peace to our home. And to make you feel good, I'm going to give you this lovely parting gift."
"No, I couldn't. Really, I can't take your crown."
"Oh, that's OK. I've got a bigger crown. It's got a gecko on it. Look at him shake! Go, Stevie, go!"

 

"This is our private stockpile for the Ice Age. Sub arctic temperatures will force us underground for a billion, billion years."
"So you got three melons?"

 

"And you can still like her with your ***** inside her. Matthew, I tell you that you're going to regret this. What would JFK do? You know he'd tap that ***."

 

, bitch! I say!!!!!

 

"You know what the problem with Hollywood is? They make ****. Unbelievable, unremarkable ****. Now I'm not some grungy wannabe filmmaker that's searching for existentialism through a haze of bong smoke or something. No, it's easy to pick apart bad acting, short-sighted directing, and a purely moronic stringing together of words that many of the studios term as "prose". No, I'm talking about the lack of realism. Realism; not a pervasive element in today's modern American cinematic vision. Take Dog Day Afternoon, for example. Arguably Pacino's best work, short of Scarface and Godfather Part 1, of course. Masterpiece of directing, easily Lumet's best. The cinematography, the acting, the screenplay, all top-notch. But... they didn't push the envelope. Now what if in Dog Day, Sonny REALLY wanted to get away with it? What if - now here's the tricky part - what if he started killing hostages right away? No mercy, no quarter. "Meet our demands or the pretty blonde in the bellbottoms gets it the back of the head." Bam, splat! What, still no bus? Come on! How many innocent victims splattered across a window would it take to have the city reverse its policy on hostage situations? And this is 1976; there's no CNN, there's no CNBC, there's no internet! Now fast forward to today, present time, same situation. How quickly would the modern media make a frenzy over this? In a matter of hours, it'd be biggest story from Boston to Budapest! Ten hostages die, twenty, thirty; bam bam, right after another, all caught in high-def, computer-enhanced, color corrected. You can practically taste the brain matter. All for what? A bus, a plane? A couple of million dollars that's federally insured? I don't think so. Just a thought. I mean, it's not within the realm of conventional cinema... but what if?"

 

Oh no, he's going to be mean to me!

/mister bill

 

woot 3333, unless the ninja admin stole it from me!

 

Nah, but I could just delete your post and then this would be 3333!