Know what I'm sick of? People who complain that I am who I am. I am allowed to be soft-spoken, you know. Do I complain because you're a loud, opinionated, egomaniac who sucks all of the oxygen out of the room as soon as you enter it? I do not.
That's what my life needs. An activatible guillotine fire curtain. Do you suppose anyone would suspect what I was up to when I said, "Just go stand on that red line over there. Oh, no reason, really."
*hand with hatchet poised to cut fire curtain rope...*
Yeah. I succombed to the seductive power of the new gadget. But until CBC TV allows me to watch Coronation Street and NTV allows me to watch Big Bang Theory, Criminal Minds and Gray's Anotomy reliably, I shall not be impressed.