Here's what's bothering me today: other people who are me. Haven't you ever gone to the bookstore or video store or whatever and some wretched people have just been there and took the last one of whatever you wanted? It never fails. No matter how obscure your taste, someone will beat you to it. I went to Blockbuster with A Dinosaur once and we were looking for...I don't know...some very odd movies. And they were all gone. All taken out by the same people. Now, I can't remember what movies they were but let me tell you, they were weird. Each itself was odd, and taken together the combination was truly...eccentric. And yet someone had taken them all. We came to the conclusion that it had to be Us. By some weird flaw in the fabric of the universe, possibly caused by some time traveler accidentally confronting his younger self and causing a rift in the space-time continuum, etc, we had already gone to blockbuster, taken out the videos, wiped our own memories of the event and hidden the aforementioned movies. I ask you. What are the odds? Anyone who thinks life is boring has never been to blockbuster. The natural laws of the universe do not apply there. You could be walking across the parking lot with your head positively brimming with the full contents of the IMDB, but the very picosecond when you cross the threshhold, you become bloody Nell from that crap Jodie Foster movie. All you can do is wander aimlessly through the aisles until you end up renting that thing with that guy with the hair that was in that other movie, and you didn't really ever want to watch it anyway, so you just go home and watch reruns of Knight Rider. Oh! We should bottle the air inside blockbuster and send it to Hollywood. Then perhaps all these actors who see fit to yarble on and on about War in Iraq and other topics of which they have absolutely no right to an opinion would forget what they were going to say, scratch their heads, and go the fuck home and stop clogging the airwaves with their puerile rants. More on this later.