Just Wanna Say

I say daaaaaaaamn it's muggy out there. The rain eased off into drizzle, which eased off into UNHOLY SAUNA CONDITIONS only minus the potentially enjoyable heat. I swam into town to get a ticket for tonight's screening of Sherlock Holmes and came back sweatier than Marc Ellis' producers when Marc Ellis said he was sweatier than a rapist on national TV.

How's that for meta?

Things that give me the MIGHTY IRK...

1) Cashiers that try to make me take receipts. If I indicate that I do not want your filthy printed piece of paper, then keep the damn thing to yourself and maybe next time consider not printing it in the first place. Okay I know that's not gonna happen but I live in hope that enough people will refuse receipts to make this practice obsolete, or at least strictly on a request basis.

2) People that don't walk up and down escalators. This isn't a fairground ride, people! It's there to make you move faster! Stop picking your nose and gazing off into the middle distance and move your feet. Not difficult, plus there's a large hairy man right behind you seriously considering helping you do so with the sole of his boot.

3) Bloggers who start lists but can only think of two entries and so end up getting all meta and self referential in order to pad out the rest of the post with inane bullshit. Man I hate it when wankers do that. They'll be first up against the wall when I become king, let me tell you.