For the first time in years, I’ve got cable. I’m only a couple of hours in and already I’m poised to punch some people. Like those jackbags on the commercials for the company that will give you cash for your unwanted gift cards. “If you’re like many people, you’ve got gift cards piling up unused in a kitchen drawer!” (Uh … no, I don’t.) Cut to ungrateful assholes bitching about all their unwanted gift cards they don’t have the time or patience to spend. “Why can’t I just have the cash?!” Yeesh, people. I know you’re fictional creations of a feverish marketing mind, but I want to break your faces. Someone gives me a gift card and I get excited as shit.
Ahem.
And now the second Jackass movie is on. Why can’t Bam Margera disappear from Earth and be replaced by a second Chris Pontius? I should really attempt to channel surf or read a book or answer a backlog of e-mails. I’m braindead, though. I’ve been up since 8 a.m. and I’ve been working on half a dozen projects and I just feel spent.
I wanted to use this opportunity to write a long rant about AT&T, but that is going to have to wait.
The Room. You must see The Room. Netflix has it. Go.