A lot of suck, not enough punch.

I saw "Sucker Punch" on the weekend. The title of this entry isn't really in direct reference to the movie, and it doesn't accurately represent my feelings about it either. I just thought it sounded like a pretty good snarky review title. Actually, I'm not going to review the movie, since that's not really the point of this blog.
What I will say about it is that I did not like it as much as I had hoped that I would. That being said, I sort of expected that. In 2007, I went to the movies with my college film class, we saw "300" as part of a lesson on critiquing. And the critique I gave that movie almost fits perfectly with this one: Plenty of style, very little substance. The characters evolve and grow, but we don't get to see any of it, because the action scenes took priority. I'll say this much, there was an internal conflict/plot point that I desperately wanted to see explored, and it was ignored almost entirely.
I had an idea for an invention this morning. Its basically a helmet that would prevent me from being able to eavesdrop on my co-workers and hear their opinions about things. The great thing about the internet is that if you don't really agree with what someone is saying you can either stop reading/listening/watching. But in a cubicle situation you just have sit there and listen to them spout off their ignorant bile about whatever the topic of the day might be. When this happens I really want to interject, because the instinctive part of me is naive and optimistic and think it can change people's minds for the better. Of course history has shown this to be untrue. So instead I keep my mouth shut and fester all day long about what the idiot said, angrily chewing over their narrow mindedness.
Of course blocking out the ability to receive outside view points is pretty much the definition of narrow mindedness. So even if it would reduce my stress ever so slightly, in the long run it would probably be... Oh yeah, of course we should clone dinosaurs so you can hunt them for sport. That makes a lot of sense.

Sometimes its best just to ignore people

Scratch that. Let's say "It's almost always best to just ignore people." At least that's true of office environments, especially this office environment. I know how much that makes me sound like a misanthropic hermit, but the people here are literally trying to leech out each other's time to save themselves from boredom.
On the way to the breakroom where you get to spend 15 precious minutes not chained to a telephone any one of your co-workers may say something to the effect of "What's that on your shirt?" or if they can't even muster something specific they'll make a vague statement in an accusing tone like "I see what you're up to!"
All you see is me going on my break to eat sugary or salty junk food (it would've been sugary this time around) and I don't need you getting in my way. It would seem as though some people actually like these disruptions, as they probably have even less to do on their breaks than they do when they get home to their depressing little lives of repetitious decay.
And maybe I don't have so much to do that I need to shun all social interractions. But I do have a brand new episode of the WTF Podcast to listen to, and I'm dead certain that whatever Marc Maron is rambling about today is infinitely more interesting than whatever comments they might be trying to make about my t-shirt. This just happens to be the shirt that I'm wearing. You see Maron actually gets paid to talk, and I know we get paid to talk too. But we only get to talk about how to fix printers, not the cognitive dissonance one experiences being a consumer and a counter-culturist taking a tour of the World of Coca-Cola.
I hadn't really started this entry intending to advertise the WTF Podcast, with Marc Maron, I had meant to rant about the idiots I'm surrounded by how much I hate them trying to interact with me. I guess what I'm trying to say is: Leave me alone, and listen to the podcast. It's good.