Hateasaurus Rex.

I don't normally consider myself a "hateful" person. Apparently I am, which I can understand as an objective observer. It actually led to a humorous exchange between Tavish and I, with him finding new and exciting ways to tell me I'm filled with hate.

I'm not filled with hate, so much as contempt for stupidity. I'm actually very nice and pleasant until I'm confronted with stupidity.

Which means I'm normally very pleasant until I either get on facebook or go to work. Facebook isn't really bad, in and of itself, unless I see a status update from one of 5 people, two of whom I'm related to. And that just makes me more hateful. Like saying "I didn't know there was a difference between turkey and ham"... Really. They taste different. They come from different animals. They LOOK different. And most importantly... THEY HAVE DIFFERENT NAMES. /facepalm. And this isn't just a family member, this is a sibling. Wtf.

My friends used to wonder why I don't like going to family get together things on my dad's side of the family. And then they saw things my little sister put on facebook. That's not the main reason, of course, but it was more than enough for them to switch from "Whatever" to "Oh man... I understand now"

WoW also makes me hateful, but I rarely play now, and come next week may just forget all about it because Starcraft 2 is finally hitting shelves. Instead I've been taking the time to finish off different console games.

I had a big presentation at work on Monday, where I was basically told great job, now scrap it and do this instead. Then a meeting yesterday with our Associate Engagement Committee (of which I guess I'm a part), and a roundtable discussion today with our COO, a bunch of execs, and like 8 people who work on the floor. It was almost pointless for us to attend, because none of the discussion involved my department at all. But eh.