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cherrysher says exactly what I think about the difference between Tom Cruise getting squirted with water and Leonardo DiCaprio almost dying, for fuck's sake. The media's priorities are so far out of fucking whack, it's unbelievable. (Meanwhile, Steven Spielberg thinks the media punished poor lovestruck Tom. Shut up, Steve, while I still like you.)

A review of March of the Penguins. On the one hand, I really do want to get out and see Batman Begins this weekend, but goddamn it, I REALLY want to see this. *whimper*

Film portrays mother's rape in Indian high society.

They're making a movie about Rodney Dangerfield. This is the part where we sit around and try to figure out who they cast who looks like that. (I mean, even a halfway decent actor could do Rodney, but the look of the guy is just ... *shrugs*)

Great, so now the runaway bride has a TV deal. You might also notice that I am still lacking a TV deal. I'm just pointing out the obvious.

Brain shuts off during female orgasm. I believe the phrase, "Well, duh," comes to mind.

Saddam insists he's still President of Iraq. Well, of course he does. If troops invaded Washington and arrested Bush, he'd still say he was President. I know Saddam's a dick, but still.

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So it's freezing in my office. I walked in wearing a pair of sneakers, khaki pants, and a thin orange T-shirt. It took me about ten minutes to whip out my secret weapon -- a gigantic heavy purple flannel sweatshirt that comes to my knees and is decorated with snowflakes.

Snowflakes, for fuck's sake. It's SUMMER.

And I'm wearing this goddamn thing until they fix the air conditioning so that it stays off when they turn it off, damn it. Not out of some sort of silent protest, but because I have to. *shakes fist at air conditioning*

Tomorrow, I may bring in gloves. Big woolen ones. Mmm-hmm.

EDIT: *seethes* I swear to GOD, I'm making a new rule that if they're not going to let me do my goddamn job, then they don't get to yell at me when I screw it up. *glares at the Glorified Optimist*

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You know what makes for a great distraction from boredom now that I can't access email during work hours anymore?

Writing Veronica Mars fanfic. Mmm-hmm.

*whistles innocently*