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Name: Angie
Country: United States
Birthday: 3/31/1983
Gender: Female
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Expertise: making ben happy...driving ben crazy...ha!
kevin smith movie trivia, other random movie trivia, procrastination, picking apart other people's flaws...and my own...
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2/22/2004
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| A friend of mine recently sent me a link to this website. At first, I just laughed at the sheer stupidity of some of the comments...I mean...some of them are real winners. But the more I read...and the more I thought about it...the more I got upset. Don't get me wrong, a lot of them are hilariously retarded. For example:
[evolution takes millions of years]
several million years for a monkey to turn into a man. oh wait thats right. monkeys dont live several million years.
and this one:
If your original Hebrew disagrees with my original King James --- your
original Hebrew is wrong. If your original Hebrew agrees with my
original King James, your original Hebrew is right.
All I can do when I encounter stupidity of this level is just laugh and shake my head. And say "wow".
But then there are a lot of comments that are just...hateful. Completely. Entirely. Blindly. So much anti-gay sentiment, anti-non-Christian sentiment, just...a lot of anti-"people who don't think exactly the same way I do". Now...I'm not saying everyone should just ignore differences and get along and hold hands and sing Kumbayah and life will be all sunshine and daisies. As much as the innocent in me would like that, I know that it isn't going to happen.
But seriously?
What's with all the hatefulness? I don't get it. There are people I fully do not agree with AT ALL (for example, terrorists and...Fred Phelps.) But I don't go around telling everyone and anyone about how much I hate those guys and how they all deserve to die in the most painful way possible and how they should all burn in Hell for all eternity or how the government should just execute them and everyone who thinks like them or shows any sympathy for them.
I just don't get it.
I don't understand how people can call themselves Christians, when all they are shouting are messages of hate. Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't that the Devil's side? I thought God's message was supposed to be about love and faith and hope. I thought we were supposed to love the sinner, but hate the sin. I thought judgement was reserved for Him alone, not us. It terrifies me to think that people believe that He wants us to be hateful and exclusive and paranoid. Why on earth would He want His people to act like this?
And another thing, there's a few of the "I'm the man, I'm in charge, my woman listens to me" crap too. Not to mention the "My daughters will grow up and raise children and my sons will grow up to be leaders" and even "Girls shouldn't be allowed to play sports" crap. So...if I understand correctly, God wants men to be superior to women. Therefore, God is only concerned with men's happiness, and if women aren't happy, oh well? So God is making people that are supposed to be unhappy? How the hell does that make sense?
Extreme Christians scare the crap out of me. I consider myself Christian-ish. I don't go to church, because I don't believe in "religion" but that doesn't mean I don't believe in God. But the people who take their "religion" to be more important than God and His message...oh they scare me. They just go crazy and lose all grip on reality and logic. Seriously, is anyone else just terrified by these people? "I'm a Christian! That means I hate everyone different than me! My beliefs are so weak I am threatened by anyone who holds a different belief!"
Dear Jesus,
Save me from your fan club.
Thank you,
Me
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| Ok so my Dear Hubby took me to see Juno tonight. I think he wanted to see Charlie Wilson's War more (which I too want to see) but I wanted to see Juno soooo bad. So Juno it was.
I. Freaking. Loved it.
Aside from the random super uncomfortable creepiness during a couple parts of the movie, it was awesome. It was so funny, and clever, and just...honest. I don't know if I'm just a sap, but I really believed the characters. Certain ones really surprised me at a few points in the movie, which is something I don't expect from movies these days. (I'm that person in the theatre that says "Gee, didn't see that coming..." when I just can't resist the urge to point out the blindingly obvious...which is fairly common in movies.) So yeah. The characters were good, the soundtrack was really different (I liked it!), the dialog was great, I highly recommend it.
The only thing that bothers me is that one line that someone said and I was the only person in the audience who laughed...and I thought "I am going to start saying that ALL THE TIME!!! And now...no idea what it was. :( Guess I'll have to wait till it comes out on DVD and watch it again.
One of my favorite parts of the movie is when she goes into labor:
Juno: DAD?!?
Juno's Dad: What?
J: Either I just peed my pants...or...
JD: Or what?!?
J: Or...Thundercats are GOOOOOOOOOO!
That and when she's at the hospital:
Juno: OW OW FUCKITY OOOWWWWW!!!!!
Hahahaha. I'm definitely using that one in the future. :)
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| I had to take my "pre employment" drug test today.
Think about that statement for a while. Are we agreed as to how stupid this is already? Excellent. Moving on.
First off...I had to sit in the waiting room for over half an hour. You're telling me it took them half an hour to get someone to hand me a damn cup to pee in? Whatever. Anyway, they finally call me back and it was easily the grossest damn pee test I've ever taken. Nurse told me to rinse my hands at the sink, but not to use soap. Oookaaay...whatever. She then hands me my cup and tells me to have at. I do my thing and bring it back out, at which point she (without gloves!) checks the temperature with the handy dandy sticker on the side, then pours it into a tube. She then puts a sticker on the tube and tells me to initial it. With the pen from her chest pocket. We're nowhere near the sink I "rinsed" my hands in...and there's no hand sanitizer to be seen. And she wants me to use the pen she carries around in her picket to initial my pee tube? She's all insistent, so I initial the pee tube and the accompanying paperwork...she then hands me the clipboard (that I brought to her with all the paperwork on it) back to me and tells me to take it back to the front desk. She then leads me out of a different door to the lobby. The whole time, the little germophobe in my head is going "must wash hands...must find hand sanitizer...must wash hands...ew ew ew ewewewew!" As soon as I got to my car, I dug out my hand sanitizer from my bag. Seriously, that's just disgusting. And now I'm afraid to even think of what was already on the clipboard...and her pen...ew...
Then I had to go to work. I think I used half of their bottle of sanitizer. Every time I touched anything remotely gross...I used the sanitizer. When I took the trash out at the end of the day, I'm fairly certain I finished off my bottle of hand sanitizer.
So. Freaking. Gross.
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| I am trying to decide if I am being productive...or if I am being lazy.
You would think that this would not be a difficult decision.
One or the other, right? But does productivity count when it comes in spurts? Do a laundry, sit around a bit. Straighten up the living room a little, sit around for another bit. Vacuum the carpet, done for the day, permanently camp on the couch. So am I being lazy for sitting around while the bathroom still needs cleaned? Or am I being productive since ALL the laundry got done today (including sheets!), the dining room, den, and bedroom got vacuumed, and the livingroom got...well, not cleaned, but tidied a bit.
All this in my quest to no longer be such a slug. I am a slug in many aspects of my life. I am unorganized and lazy, I eat too much and exercise too little, I watch too much TV and don't read enough to balance it.
So, even if I'm not being entirely productive...the effort is there. So it counts. Right?
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| The new job began today. I wasn't too sure about it going in, since I and some other potential employees had received differing stories from the program director. Now that I have worked a full day, I'm not entirely sure I want to continue there. I never felt comfortable, though that may have been the "first day-ness" of it all. But if you were new to an organization, wouldn't you expect your new coworkers to at least extend the small talk questions to you? The only two questions I recieved (from a number of people) were about my last job and my age. Even the customers, who are there on a daily basis, didn't feel the need to ask me about myself or even introduce themselves. Even when I was alone in the room. Just...not a good vibe. It raised a lot of questions for me...
Do I really want to work somewhere where coworkers spill highly personal information to me after knowing me for three hours?
Do I really want to work somewhere where the coworkers regularly badmouth any employee (past or present) who isn't currently in the room?
Do I really want to work somewhere where employees will divulge personal information about the customers that has nothing to do with the job at hand?
Do I really want to work for a customer who calls her child the n-word as a pet name?
Is this really the path I want to take, or am I just unhappy with this particular organization?
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