Watching the tele till all hours

When I heard that Munch's "the Scream" had been stolen I thought 2 things.... 1. I'm glad that I got to see it in person (in 1997) 2. Why wouldn't those bastards let me take a picture of it when I did see it. The painting may never be recovered and I had a chance to take a photo of it but the fuckers at the museum wouldn't let me, even after I said that I wouldn't use a flash. Its ridiculous that they worried so much about photos being taken but yet the security was lax enough for 2 dudes to walk into the museum and pull it off the wall.

hollow teeth spread empty words

I just finished watching the 1962 version of "Day of the Triffids" and the story is pretty much 100% different than the book, which is actually probably a good thing seeing as most adaptations turn out rather poorly in comparison after reading the novel. The only things about the story they kept were the fact that a meteor shower blinds everyone on earth and that there are flesh eating plants called triffids. I didn't mind it but I still preferred the book ( but when the hell isn't that the case.

Humans probably aren't supposed to live as long as we do, I think if we were we would grow a third (and possibly forth and fifth) set of teeth at some point. It doesn't make sense that our first set of teeth last us 8 years and then the next set are supposed to last the next 60. I keep wanting to say "pair" of teeth but that definitely isn't right.

The other day while in the supermarket an old man with about 10 items let me ahead of him when I had 2 items, I said "are you sure" and he said "sure I don't have anywhere to be". This made me happy and Karmacly balanced out my experiences with old men and line ups, because about a year ago while waiting in line for coffee an old man butted in front of me. I was furious, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs what an injustice it was. I wanted to say "WHAT THE FUCK YOU OLD BASTARD, IM IN A RUSH ON MY WAY TO WORK AND YOU PUSH IN FRONT OF ME, YOU DON'T HAVE ANYWHERE TO BE UNTIL YOUR MEETING WITH ST. PETER TO JUDGE YOUR LIFE". I held in my anger that day ( it was also 2 days after I had quit smoking so I was pretty fucking edgy) but in the end everything is balanced out. I guess the moral of the story is some old men are kind and some are big selfish dickholes, actually I shouldn't really separate old people from everyone else because the same applies for everyone. Big selfish dickholes get old too.