Moodess and I went to the movies last week. We went and saw The Hangover.

The movie was great, but that's not what I'm here to discuss.

The Hangover was preceded by, and I'm not kidding, 20 minutes of commercials. Not the normal movie previews, but actual television commercials. I saw at least three car commercials, three different jeans commercials, and a slew of randoms. After about 12 minutes of this, the previews finally started. But I mean, what the fuck are television commercials doing on the big screen?

Since the surge of DVR usage many people who watch TV will simply skip over the commercials. So in a lame attempt to force people to watch their advertising. They've invaded the peaceful getaway of the movie theater with their sad attempts at artistic visions of their products.

Bastards!!

Well, I see that no one comes here anymore. So now I'm going to be blogging to get things off my chest. Things that really irritate me.

I'm sick of people standing on the off ramps holding signs asking for help. Now, I'm just as compassionate as the next guy, but these people need to stop begging and get a job. I bet working at Wal-Mart is a little more satisfying than begging for change. And I bet it pays better.

There are some who try to tug at your heart strings, by standing out there with a dog, or having their scraggly wife stand out there looking all sad. I say, "Stop pouting and get a fucking job!"

What's really bad is when you're at the stop light and you're right next to them. I do feel a little bad sitting in my comfy car, but some of them stare at you and the light seems to take forever. There's a brief moment when I'm thinking of tossing some change out to them, but then what would they learn except that looking sad a dirty can get you free cash.

I will be leaving work shortly to kick off my 4th of July weekend.

I can't wait till Saturday night. We got a whole bunch of fireworks this year, and I don't think they'll disappoint.

Moodess's friends are coming tom=night to stay for a few days. They're from Colorado. Well, one of them is from Utah. From what I hear these people are fun to hang out with.

Most everyone else made other plans knowing we were planning something. Well, fuck the people who think they'll have more fun diddling each others private parts then have a tank war, BBQ, fireworks, and then a bon fire. Yeah, fuck em all.

So, Happy 4th everyone!!