Stuff That Sucks

• >> I am too fat. If I were in a band with my friends people would refer to me as “the fat one”.
• >> Manually sanding walls. For some bloody reason the people before us decided rich textures were the way to go. Creative Russians. Grrr.
• >> Having “Left 4 Dead” come out before finishing either “Fallout 3″ or “Fable 2″. Gah!
• >> Between work, babies, Renerd, and video games, where the hell am I going to find time to paint?
• >> Having to choose between a video game I love, or a video game I love.
• >> Getting ill at Toronto After Dark Film Festival. I so wanted to see Trailer Park of Terror. Oh well.
• >> Throwing parties. I think I would much rather attend than host. Arrive. Drink. Eat. Leave. Much better. Stress annoys me.
• >> Realizing that odds are you will live long enough to see the death of George Lucas, Bill Cosby, and other childhood icons. Hell I still get morose over the loss of Jim Henson.
• >> Having zero interest in the fate of Nico Bellic since you left him to drop off a couple of bodies for Elizabeta
• >> Spending all your waking hours working, getting to and from working, getting ready to go and start working, and resting in between working
• >> Getting your wrist tattooed. Sumbitch that f&%@ing hurt.
• >> Shot for shot remakes. Really. Why bother?
• >> Winter. Just … enough already.
• >> It best not be true, but I feel like I am getting sick this week. Fuckin’ zombies. 
• >> Fearhurst is going to miss the Toronto After Dark Film Festival.
• >> Tonsillitis. Poor B.W.E.
• >> We may not get to see “[REC]” in Canada except on pirated video (I best be wrong about that)
• >> The Mayor of Toronto gouges the welfare of our kids and says “Whoops!” and gets away with it
• >> The fact there is not a SEA of windmills powering our cities
• >> The Price of Child Care
• >> Having to make B.W.E. work. When is that Rich Guy job opening up again? 
• >> Honest Ed is dead. Rest In Peace. July 24 1914 – July 11 2007. 
• >> Having a choice of being kicked in the bag, or being punched in the bag. Either way, it’s your bag. 
• >> Losing interest in the Transformers movie. I can’t help it. I don’t know why. 
• >> Sensational Sherri is dead.
• >> The office coffee-maker is dead. 
• >> Exercise.
• >> Anything remotely related to D-Link. “I am sorry sir it seems passing trucks are responsible for your disruption of the wireless signal. No we won’t send you a new product or refund your money.”  
• >> June Callwood is dead. 
• >> F+++ing taxes. 
• >> Chopping Jalapenos for your chile, then taking out your contact lenses. 
• >> Not being able to attend two movies to a film festival you feel you have been waiting for forever, because your damned wisdom tooth decides  to erupt.
• >> Being 36 and only realizing then that “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star”, “Baa Baa Black Sheep”, and the ”Alphabet Song” all use the same F***ING melody. How am I supposed to convince my son I am the smartest man on the planet now? 
• >> The old smelly fridge that’s been on my front lawn for a week. {more}
• >> Doug Nagy, who inspired this page with his “Stuff That Rules” rant, has left The Movie Blog. Good Luck Doug Nagy. Please continue to rule. Now we have ANOTHER podcast we have to listen to.
• >> Not realising that the box of Dried Fruit you just ate is 99% fiber. 
• >>Forgetting the nerd mantra “Always Save Your Work”
• >>The Turdburglars running the 407 
• >>  Wearing sandals when taking a leak at public restroom … and getting split-stream. You can explain washing you hands at work, feet, not so much.
• >> Fucktards that piss on a grave. I know I don’t cuss straight out on this site but these dolts make me angry. I call their punishment to be locked up by the grave of the Unknown Soldier on their knees where anyone can piss on them for one day. And they have to take it. Fucktards.
• >> When you go for a fun day at the beach, and you plop yourself down in the exact spot that a dog just peed not 2 minutes before. Yep, I witnessed this very thing recently. The poor guy was standing in it, digging around in it, and all the while I couldn’t help but laugh to myself. I’m going to hell. 
• >> Being this guy. 
• >> Walking in to a kitchen full of dishes when you are pretty sure when you left on Friday it was spotless.
• >> Taking muscle relaxants and eating Indian food. 
• >> People that use the Assistance Button to open a door when the closest they are to disabled is that they are too f***ing lazy to open a goddamned door you stupid lazy idiots. Do an arm curl every once and a while and stop hiking your pants up to your heaving man-teats. These are the same douchebags that take an elevator one floor.
• >> MySPACE! Holy crap I hate that place. It’s a giant repository of butt-ass ugly “sites” that nobody cares about, but everybody wants. Not to mention the avalanche of viruses that get delivered to us everytime somebody in the office visits it.
• >> Voice navigation phone sysetms when all you want to do is talk to someone (*cough*rogers*cough*)
• >>  Meaning to tell your asian co-worker that your favorite kind of cookie is either Chocolate Chip or Chocolate Chunk, but completely messing it up by saying Chocolate Chink. I am a tool.
• >>  Missing Doug Nagy every time he comes to town even though Yuk Yuk’s is right frickin next door! 
• >>  The fact that Chris Tucker is about to become the highest paid actor in Hollywood.
• >>  The fact that I don’t have Chris Tucker’s agent.
• >>  Wedgies. (Thanks Lindsay)