I watched a pretty fucked up movie today. One that I "rented" on the suggestion of Unclebob. Welcome To The Dollhouse came from Netflix yesterday and I viewed it this afternoon. Man, that is one fucked up movie. I'm not really sure what Bobbo saw in it, but at the same time, I found that I couldn't turn it off. The whole movie really pissed me off actually, because I could relate so well with Dawn the main character. Well, I've never had anyone call me a lesbo, but I was (and unforunately still am) overweight in school and still took the brunt of name calling. I wasn't even 5 minutes into the movie and was already getting aggrivated at it. I'mnot really sure what the main point of the story was supposed to be. Was it a truthfull look at what it's like to grow up as a teenager in 1995? That's about the closest I can come up with. I doubt that I'll watch it again, it was an experience best done once in my opinion.

Lately, a few D-landers (me included) have been complaining about their jobs. Waterbelle, Gawain, and even UncleBob have expressed aggrivation and disappointment with their current jobs. Why, then do we put ourselves through the shit we do? Do we, as humans, feel some sort of inferiority complex? Do we feel that we're not punished enough by all the other shit in our lives that we have to add to it? Well, I can't answer for the others, but I know this about myself. For starters, I stay at my job, which has gotten pretty aggrivating lately, because I have nothing else. My wife doesn't work and if I quit without having another job lined up, then who will feed my kids? Who will pay my bills? The problem with finding another job is that I don't think I'm qualified for all the other lisings I find. I know HTML. I know HTML well. I'm damn good at it. I also know quite a bit about Photoshop. But, lately, all the "Web Designer" job listings I've found, require more. Knowledge of PERL, CGI scripting, C++ or what have you. I don't know these things. Basically, I stay at my job through the hardships because they're the only ones I know will have me. Besides, things are getting better, I go to the office 2 days out of the week. I work nights 2 nights a week and then have like 3 days off. It could be a lot worse.

It's a Friday night and we have absolutely nothing planned. This sux. Yeah, I've been sick, but that just means that I've had all day to get my bore on. So, I'm now 3 times as bored as I would be if I had worked today. Plus, we're kind of tight moneywise (what else is new) so we can't really do anything even if we wanted to. Oh well.

Well, I'd best get in the kitchen and get supper started. We're having broccoli casserole and fries. Nutritious huh? Heh. Well, I'll catch you all later. Take care.