raison

Apparently I have no imagination because I can't see how the death of some Harry Potter character can cause intense, widespread mourning. My attempts to make light of the matter have been met with responses such as "His name is not Hogwash!" and "Shut up!" Sorry people, but I like stuff that's at least somewhat grounded in reality. Which is probably the reason why the movie The Day After Tomorrow made little sense to me after a certain point. (Seriously, somebody steps off a chopper and their face freezes instantly, what the hell is that?)

Speaking of realistic movies, raise your hand if you think Office Space is basically your life being played out on screen. That Samir guy with all his profanity, that's me. Oh, and if I had a nickel for every Bill Lumbergh I know, I'd be rich. I guess my abhorrence of my job is plenty clear from past posts, but here's some concrete proof.