Outlaw’s Angry Dome

Oh god fucking damnit.  God damn you Oprah, and god damn you Rachel Ray.

The whore is getting her own cartoon.

Ok.  So Sonic finally confirmed the rumored Sonic Unleashed, whose screenshots have been floating around the internets for a few weeks now, and I can’t help but not care.  When is Sonic just going to give up and die?  He’s a bastardization of the brilliance of what he used to be; remember when he was cooler than Mario?  Now the series is full of bad voice acting (bring back Urkel!), overdramatic story lines, horrible camera, and a new batch of furries for every new game.  Sonic Unleashed is supposed to bring the series back to it’s roots with 2D gameplay in a 3D environment, and I’m slightly optimistic in regards to that, but…Were Sonic?  Really?  Really?!  Sonic Team couldn’t come up with better shit than that?!

…I’m probably going to buy it.

I hate Michael Moore.  I really, really hate Michael Moore.  Unfortunately, I have to watch three Micheal Moore movies in my Health class this semester, and I’m just dreading it.  We had to watch Bowling for Columbine recently and do a page reaction to the film.  Now, I’m normally a slacker when it comes to writing, but my hate for Michael Moore got me to write twice that much, most of him lambasting him for being the fat douche he is.  I mean, I agree with some of his viewpoints but his films are basically propaganda that give the right plenty to pick apart.  I can’t tell you how happy I was when he blew himself up in Team America: World Police.

Today, I passed someone walking down the street carrying a ghettoblaster playing Snoop Dogg.  Not only is this unusual because it’s not 1983, but it’s strange to see a black person on the west side of Los Angeles.

Anyway, that brings me to my rant.  Attention all people that think we, for some reason, want to hear the music you like.  We don’t want to hear it.  Don’t walk down the street with a boombox, don’t play grainy mp3s off your cellphone in public places, and don’t drive down the street with your radio blasting and your windows down.  There’s a reason headphones were invented.  And to those of you that use earphones?  Turning them up so loud that everyone within half a block can still hear your music isn’t helping.  I really can’t wait for five years from now when you’re legally deaf.

The topper to this music rant is that my damn headphones broke today, after only two months!  That was not worth my $20.

So I went into Starbucks on my way to work this morning to grab something warm to drink and a donut. As I’m waiting for my order to be called, I see a row of Ethos water. Plastered on a big sign on front of them are two African kids and the company slogan, “Helping Children Get Clean Water.”  The sign explained further that buying a bottle of this water would help provided African tribes with clean drinking water.

Excuse me, but this is bullshit.  If this company really wanted to get these kids clean drinking water, why are they selling it in America?  Why can’t they just ship all these bottles over there instead?  According to the company website they only donate a whopping .05 for every bottle sold, so I’m sure they make a whopping profit off the preppy, pretentious idiots that frequent Starbucks, and pick up a bottle while waiting for their double shot non-fat latte with soy milk.  I hate these companies that pretend they’re doing good when it’s all just a front to trick customers into buying their products.

Uugh. Is there anything worse than an office refrigerator? The one at my office has progressively been getting smellier and smellier and this morning it was just unbearable. Since there’s not much to do in an attorney’s office on a holiday, I took it upon myself to clean in before sticking my lunch in. I found some of the moldiest and smelliest crap I’ve seen in a long time. In one container I couldn’t tell what food product it originally was; all that was left was a giant green mold ball. After a vicious assault with Lysol wipes and a big trash bag, the smell finally vanished…for now. The whole thing felt like some horrible episode of Moyashimon. Is it really so hard to remember to throw away the crap you left in there?