I didn't think I'd have anything to be angry about today, what with last night's live blogging of the presidential debate being such a resounding triumph, with over 600 comments. But, yet again, I underestimated the depths of my bile and vitriol.
So here's what I'm pissed off about today:
That some asshole with a weed whacker interrupted my blissful slumber around 7:30 this a.m. You know who doesn't like to get up before 8 a.m.? Me.
The breathy voiceovers for the McCain and Obama commercials that make their campaign ads sound like a campfire ghost story.
Joe's not here 'cause he gets to screen a Zack and Miri Make a Porno. Nice work if you can get it, huh?
My plans to join Wayne at King Corona for a cigar and coffee this afternoon have been put on hold. Duty calls, as they say.
This article appears in Oct 8-14, 2008.