five thousand shades of blue
Monday, December 16, 2002
forecast: stupid
It was all kinds of stupid out there this weekend. I have a theory: that all the smart people are doing the majority of their shopping online, leaving me to face the idiots out there when I go to pick up a half-gallon of milk.
Note to teenage mother waiting in the returns line behind me: it is not acceptable to let your imp roll a giant rubber ball around the floor
at the entrance of the store like she owns the place, allowing her generally act in an unsafe manner to herself and others, simply to absolve yourself from the responsibility of having to pay attention to her. There's this thing called birth control for people too stupid to parent (or breathe, for that matter). I suggest you look into this in the future.
Note to dull eyed woman standing with her basket: since I cannot pass through solid matter, I suggest you walk through the exit door
and continue walking, and not block the door with your...
generous presence. You will not dissolve if the rain hits you, unless your ancestry can be charted back to the land of Oz.
The stupidity continues even today. Heaven help me.
In other news, we did go and see
Star Trek: Nemesis this weekend. Rick Berman is still a prick and I feel somewhat dirty for having gone, but with Brannon Braga nowhere near the story concept or writing team, it turned out to be a winner. I feel it was the best TNG movie they've done so far, with the most compelling, sympathetic, and complex villain they've had probably since Khan. Sure, there were some plot holes and continuity errors big enough to pilot the Enterprise through... but hey, Beverly got screen time! And lines! And there was some
Uncle Willie goodness in the wedding scene after all, so it's all good.
is
this just not enough…?
