unreleased rant diluted by ennui; nuts at work; H. back in town

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Started this week already behind here at work---and that may be part of the reason I haven't gotten around to raging against the piece-o'-crap Super Size Me. Though even by the end of the film Sunday night my pique had already largely subsided. It did most everything fat-phobic I'd feared it would do (and a little I hadn't anticipated), plus its "experiment" was badly executed (and sans even pseudo-scientific control). But I'd have had a personal antipathy for the guy even if he hadn't pissed me off with the moviemaking, just from his classic redneck moustache style and proudly-displayed fraternity paddle. So maybe I'll spare ya'll the invective about the dozens of decapitated "anonymous" bodies demonstrating fatness, and the horrid sequence surrounding one guy's stomach-mutilation surgery, and other vile bile of that ilk.

Had a phone message from H., who is back in town. Of course that comes during a crazy busy week for me.

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In recent years I have found it to be in my better interest to give up faith in humanity. Seriously! I am not out, yet, of hope for humanity, and I'm rooting for us---I really am---but I don't have much faith in human nature. We are just animals trying to get by in the world, after all, and any higher motivation is pure gravy. There are so many opportunities for us to be fucked up by our surroundings, one way or another, that I'm surprised sometimes how well we do.

I bet if we didn't live in the most privileged country in the world, we'd do a lot less well at some of it, too.