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You guys, I hate my job. For serious, this isn't the usual "my bed is warm and I was dreaming of monkeys and now I have to go and put on some underwear and get talked at by fuckwits" levels of hate, this is all-consuming hate that burns like a burning... thing... and crispy-fries my insides with its intensity. I had to go lock myself in the toilets for ten minutes today just to stop myself Hulk-smashing my computer and running out of the building covered in blood and screeching like a Banshee. I would rather face NUCLEAR ARMAGEDDON WITH ZOMBIES than set foot in there again tomorrow. I wonder if Occupational Health have a program for "my job is turning me into a psycho killer"? Must ask New Manager and get a session booked if so. Otherwise, killing spree. No, really.

In other news, although it does not contain zombies (as far as I know, I've only seen the first season) Jericho does a mighty fine job of portraying NUCLEAR ARMAGEDDON. Now with added George Hearst. Sigh. Why can I not be stuck in war-torn Kansas with Skeet Ulrich (He can do anything! He's like Kim Possible but not a girl or a cartoon!) and sweet-but-slow-witted Farmboy Stanley? Seriously man, I work in customer service, radiation poisoning is like a gentle game of tickles to me. CHOOSE ME ARMAGEDDON! I AM NOT AFRAID OF ANYTHING EXCEPT THE RINGING OF THE TELEPHONE!

Although, really, why is Owen from Never Kill A Boy On A First Date in there? I was talking to Brother Johnathan about this earlier, and he was on about how Owen was supposed to be this really deep character compared to the other highschool kids, but actually he was just a big pretentious goon with his "oh look at me, look at me, I read Emily Dickenson!" and needed to get the crap kicked out of him and I was like, yeah, but when you're a teenager, that's totally inter-lucky-tool and stuff, and it went pretty much like:

Froodle: Come on, he was pretty awesome compared to most sixteen year old boys. I would have dated him.
Johnathan: I would have kicked his face in.
Froodle: I would have been really pissed at you.
Johnathan: Yeah, but you'd never respect him as a man afterwards.
Froodle: That's true, I would have broken it off with him pretty quick after that.
Johnathan: He would have cried. What a little bitch.
Froodle: Yeah, I'm glad you kicked the shit out of him.
Johnathan: I threw his books in the lake too.
Froodle: Was there a lake? I don't remember a lake.
Johnathan: A real actor could make you BELIEVE there was a lake.
Froodle: Not Owen though. He couldn't even make me believe he was in Kansas.
Johnathan: Loser. I did you a favour.
Froodle: That's right, I really dodged a bullet. Thank you for showing me the error of my ways!
Johnathan: It's all good in the hood.

Then we went on to discuss such deep and meaningful topics as "why are all Italians vaguely creepy and child-molestery?" (proximity to Rome) and "why Ed Norton could beat Colin Farrell in a fight" (Colin is TUFFer, but EN is filled with wilyness and cunning) and finally "at what point does stealing Wilhelm's crutches and holding them just out of reach stop being funny?" (NEVOR!) and then I watched more Jericho and then I came here and now I'm going to look for Stanley/Jake porn. So, good day!

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You guys, I hate my job. For serious, this isn't the usual "my bed is warm and I was dreaming of monkeys and now I have to go and put on some underwear and get talked at by fuckwits" levels of hate, this is all-consuming hate that burns like a burning... thing... and crispy-fries my insides with its intensity. I had to go lock myself in the toilets for ten minutes today just to stop myself Hulk-smashing my computer and running out of the building covered in blood and screeching like a Banshee. I would rather face NUCLEAR ARMAGEDDON WITH ZOMBIES than set foot in there again tomorrow. I wonder if Occupational Health have a program for "my job is turning me into a psycho killer"? Must ask New Manager and get a session booked if so. Otherwise, killing spree. No, really.

In other news, although it does not contain zombies (as far as I know, I've only seen the first season) Jericho does a mighty fine job of portraying NUCLEAR ARMAGEDDON. Now with added George Hearst. Sigh. Why can I not be stuck in war-torn Kansas with Skeet Ulrich (He can do anything! He's like Kim Possible but not a girl or a cartoon!) and sweet-but-slow-witted Farmboy Stanley? Seriously man, I work in customer service, radiation poisoning is like a gentle game of tickles to me. CHOOSE ME ARMAGEDDON! I AM NOT AFRAID OF ANYTHING EXCEPT THE RINGING OF THE TELEPHONE!

Although, really, why is Owen from Never Kill A Boy On A First Date in there? I was talking to Brother Johnathan about this earlier, and he was on about how Owen was supposed to be this really deep character compared to the other highschool kids, but actually he was just a big pretentious goon with his "oh look at me, look at me, I read Emily Dickenson!" and needed to get the crap kicked out of him and I was like, yeah, but when you're a teenager, that's totally inter-lucky-tool and stuff, and it went pretty much like:

Froodle: Come on, he was pretty awesome compared to most sixteen year old boys. I would have dated him.
Johnathan: I would have kicked his face in.
Froodle: I would have been really pissed at you.
Johnathan: Yeah, but you'd never respect him as a man afterwards.
Froodle: That's true, I would have broken it off with him pretty quick after that.
Johnathan: He would have cried. What a little bitch.
Froodle: Yeah, I'm glad you kicked the shit out of him.
Johnathan: I threw his books in the lake too.
Froodle: Was there a lake? I don't remember a lake.
Johnathan: A real actor could make you BELIEVE there was a lake.
Froodle: Not Owen though. He couldn't even make me believe he was in Kansas.
Johnathan: Loser. I did you a favour.
Froodle: That's right, I really dodged a bullet. Thank you for showing me the error of my ways!
Johnathan: It's all good in the hood.

Then we went on to discuss such deep and meaningful topics as "why are all Italians vaguely creepy and child-molestery?" (proximity to Rome) and "why Ed Norton could beat Colin Farrell in a fight" (Colin is TUFFer, but EN is filled with wilyness and cunning) and finally "at what point does stealing Wilhelm's crutches and holding them just out of reach stop being funny?" (NEVOR!) and then I watched more Jericho and then I came here and now I'm going to look for Stanley/Jake porn. So, good day!