Quiet Riot Uber Alles

Yesterday, I was so busy that I didn't have my first cup of coffee until around 11 a.m. And, today I'm so busy that I started playing an album around 9 a.m., only to pause it at the 1:10 mark of Track 1, where it's been ever since. What kind of world are we living in where such things are possible? Don't people know that I prefer to dick around and surf the net when I'm at work? I'll say this: if it weren't for the midget who lives under my desk and throws gold coins at me whenever I'm stressed, I'd be in a lot worse mood right now.

You know, those coffee/paused Track 1 situations aren't the only things that don't make any sense. I've been going to a lot of movies lately, and twice in the last two weeks, TWICE, I've sat near a romantic couple who were apparently so into each other that one of them watched the entire movie while sitting in the other person's lap. Let me reiterate: in public, in a movie theater, I've encountered two different couples who decided that the best way to watch a movie was for one of them to sit in the other's lap. I should point out that (a) these two instances didn't involve the same couple, (b) in both instances it wasn't like the dude was Andre the Giant sized while the girl was super petite--no, both couples consisted of two people of roughly equal height, and (c) it's not like the lap sitting occurred during quick, 80-minute animated films or something. No, the first instance happened at Grindhouse, a movie with a runtime well over 3 hours, and the second instance happened at Knocked Up, which is over two hours long. Don't these douchebags have legs that fall asleep? Don't they get hot and sweaty sitting like this? Don't they realize how disgusting the whole thing is for the rest of us to observe? I guess not. Of course, maybe I'm just jealous because I've never met anyone in my entire life, nor have I ever encountered a character in a movie or book or sitcom or whatever, that has made me think, "Wow, that person is just totally amazing--I sure wish she would come and sit in my lap for several hours." Never has this happened. Am I missing out on something? Perhaps. Or perhaps, the people who go to the movies these days are clingy wet blankets who need constant physical contact. Either way, at least I've never paid $10 for the privilege of having someone make my legs fall asleep in public. So I've got that going.

Here's yet another thing that doesn't make any sense: Barack Obama's recent comment that there is a "quiet riot" threatening to erupt amongst blacks, and that the Bush administration is doing nothing about it. This doesn't make sense because the last thing that any community needs is for a quiet riot to erupt. I mean, one look at these guys should tell you that none of us need a quiet riot eruption:

I think you see what I'm saying. I've got to be honest--when I first read that Obama quote, I envisioned this "Quiet Riot" bit in my blog as being pretty hilarious, but here were are, and it's pretty lame. I'm not sure why this is. Oh well, as they say, hopefully there will be other entries and other chances to zing the shit out of Quiet Riot. Yes indeed.