soapbox

I was reading through Page 2’s analysis of the first game of the NBA finals, and I came across the line that captures what I have been thinking the past few days/weeks/months/year:

11:02 – Does anyone else watch these “War of the Worlds” promos and think to themselves, “Man, I wish Tom Cruise didn’t go completely insane, I think I would have really enjoyed this movie?”

As in, I can no longer watch Mission Impossible, Jerry Maguire, Days of Thunder or even Top Gun without thinking “man, scientology is screwed up.” And more importantly, “damn you Tom Cruise for having your reality intrude on my movie-watching experience.” grr.

But in the mean time, they found another case of mad cow. I know for a fact that they haven’t completely stopped feeding cows to cows, but at least they’re a little more careful.

Which is good, because I really like grillin’. Haven’t gotten much in the way of comments on my tunes, help me out?

Among my errands this morning was a trip to the bank (Mascoma). “No problem,” I say to myself, “I’ll just finish up the other stuff and then walk the two blocks to the West Leb branch.” When I get there, however, I find that in the past two or three weeks they’ve switched over to having the lobby closed on Saturdays and only the drive-through tellers open. So now I have to walk back to my house, get in my car, drive the two blocks, sit in line for 15 minutes, complete my transaction, then drive back. A waste of half an hour of gas, sending a couple pounds of pollutants out in the the air, and making me even more of a fat-ass.

It’s a small and petty complaint I know, but it seems weird/counterproductive to me. Especially for a bank that markets its community image.