Maybe it's just me but, while I considered the violence in Reservoir Dogs to be brutal and graphic, I don't think any of it was either random or senseless.

I've only seen the movie once, and it was about 7 years ago, so I wouldn't doubt you are correct. What I mostly remember is the ear cutting scene - thinking that while it might have been in character, it was unnecessary. I don't remember the plot that much, but the ear cutting really bothered me.

I don't remember the plot that much, but the ear cutting really bothered me.

Oh sure. The violence was quite disturbing. It even made me squirm. So I can't fault anyone for being bothered by it.

Kee-rist. Assemble your own box of chocolates.

Would this mean life is no longer like one?

Back from doctor. Typing in wrist splints. This sucks.

Would this mean life is no longer like one?

and making sure the dog wasn't on her and nursing her,

And you people are debating whether Reservoir Dogs is disturbing?

BWHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Fuckity fuck fuck fucking-A fucking hell.

I got home last night and my phone line was dead. I cleverly deduced that this was because an electrician had ripped open my wall while I was at work.

My Super told me this morning it was the phone company's problem. I called the phone company and they ran the line and said to unplug the line when I got home and then re-plug and then call myself and then it would be fine. "Are you SURE?" "The line is not damaged, yes."

Naturally, it didn't work.

I call them back. Oh, well, the problem is with the building, we don't cover interior lines (fucking IDT-- already switching from them ANYWAY), you'll need to call an electrician.

Oh, like the ones who frelled it in the first place?

OF COURSE I have to leave for a meeting early tomorrow so I won't be here when the electricans arrive to rip open my NEIGHBOR'S wall. I go to leave the key with my super. Of course he isn't there. I explain it to his son. I leave the key. I tell him to have his father call me at work. I am living a dream that this will be fixed by the time I get home and that my poor dog in a crate in the bathroom won't LOSE HER MIND while they're working a room away (the first time they were there, I had made arrangements for her to be elsewhere).

If that thing isn't fixed by the end of the day tomorrow I'm telling the dick* landlord its his problem and I'll get a cell phone and he can repair it after I've moved at the end of the month.

I am THIS CLOSE to getting a cell phone account this damn minute and telling my landlord to stuff it, not even give him the day, not stress out my dog... but that is probably rash and will cost me money since I have ZERO idea what sort of cell plan I'd want. So I'm controlling myself. A little.

• quick anecdote as to why he's a dick: I told them I was moving to a two bedroom (I'm getting a roommate to save some cash as I just found out on the DL that my lawfirm is dissolving and while I'll have a job when that happens lord knows WHAT it'll be), asked if they had anything available. they DID! hooray! "the only problem is that the new apartment is available a month before your lease ends and we can't let you out of the last month of your lease" "You can't let me out of the last month of my lease to rent another apartment from YOU that costs half again as much?" "No, is that a problem?" Um, yeah fucker, it's a problem. SEE YA!

Oh, Trudy. You poor woman. What a bunch of asshats in your face.

Trudes! That is of the suck. BUY A CELL PHONE, SILLY! It's going to end up being cheaper and then people who are trying to get ahold of you will be able to with more ease!

Ehm. Not that I have felt that frustration or anything.