It's obvious.

I need to break something.

Last night after calming the Sukster down and preventing maternicide I decided to go old school and broke out a VHS tape of Dr. No. Not sure if it was the fact that the tape case was a little broken, or the AC wasn't on, or if it was the steam coming off of the hair straightener...probably all of the above, but when the tape wouldn't play and then wouldn't eject, well, Mr. Cool (that's me) lost it. Apparently my reaction and the families reaction to my reaction was approved.

An odd turn of events...see Suki's post regarding a small dog and an ignorant mutt owner for the irony.

Have you ever stabbed a VHS tape to death? Have you cursed at it relentlessly in front of a 13 year old? In front of a pregnant woman? Have you gotten pissed that you weren't even afforded the luxury of pulling said tangled tape out in streams of anger? And then thrown said tape at the hallway wall? Mind you, I had already rationalized the internal conflict of realizing the domino affect this could have had on the recently painted hallway wall... I aimed low.

No one was harmed during the incident, I feel better, although I had to go to my sub-par backup plan which featured the lesser Bond (Moore) in Live and Let Die. Aside from Seymour, it sucked.

Thank Allah for DVDs.

The VCR has issued a restraining order, although I'll probably break down to insert a dated copy of some classic porn.

Ahhh, the weekend arrives just in time.