break room funk.

i was going to post the video of sarah palin's lips flapping while turkeys get decapitated behind her and make clever quips like "if you look past the bloody turkey, you can see russia" and probably call the post "meat is murder". but you will probably see the clip two hundred times today, so screw it.

instead, i kept myself barely awake at work tonight plastering hundreds of biohazard stickers all over the break room. like always, it smelled like a bag of wet dog shit mixed with rotting halloween pumpkins.
seriously, what is it about work break rooms? do they all reek like old tv dinners that have been thawed and refrozen every month since WWII? what do people/nurses/cat lovers keep in their lockers? purses full of used kleenex? open cans of slimfast?
it's gross.

anyway, not to drift too far away from the topic of blood and gore...this "accident" happened yesterday in portland. pretty amazing that this little girl didn't get her head crunched. 4 grown men, one with a baseball bat, versus one pit bull. i know that no dog should be trusted completely, but i guarantee that it wouldn't take 4 grown men to put down the lou. so, damn you, michael vick. guns don't kill people. bullets do.

on a lighter note, i saw quantum of solace the other day. pretty decent. but nothing memorable, really. no signature moment. just bond getting his ass kicked in only to live to see another tomorrow...que the awesome blood dripping bond girl silouette holding a pistol intro.