Feeling like a Loser

Oh, you thought I meant a loser literally? No, no. I'm awesome.

Wow, what a week it’s been. Twenty five hours overtime, accidentally getting bonding agents on both of my hands while crab – walking through exhaust ducts for three hours at a time and (unintentionally) losing six pounds makes me wonder if I’m starting to burn out.  That said, when I walk out of work on a Saturday evening, paint on my face and in my hair, my pockets buzzing with a reminder to write my blog post is the last thing I want to hear. Go to hell, smart phone.

I have about three interesting articles backlogged that I’m working on, and none of them are closed to finished. I don’t like posting pieces of shit, to be frank about it, so its going to take a little time. But I plan on stirring up a bit of trouble come April, that’s a promise.

By the way, the torture scene from Syriana is playing in the background. I always get a little jittery when I see it – George Clooney just looks like a homeless man for the whole movie.

Not that I’ve been even able to go see much of the new movies out (as Rufus’ How to Train Your Dragon review painfully reminds me), I’m still curious about Warner Bros. rendition of The Losers, a Vertigo comic about a special ops team betrayed by the CIA. The premise is pretty run-of-the-mill, but it has Zoe Saldana in it, for godsakes. And she has a rocket launcher.

Say it with me people: Zoe Saldana with a rocket launcher. I think I just bit my tongue while typing.