Allow me to be pompous...

If you're curious about what atrocious filth I've merely begun to-- I'm too lazy to give a damn, right now, so just click on the link if you want to.

http://blobguy.wordpress.com/bob-says/

"Uh, dude, this loser thinks he's a fuckin' critic, what a moron."
Spare time, dude. I'm using it, instead of wasting it on reading shit posted online that I don't care about and whining like a little bitch because the precious internet's been sullied by another foul-mouthed piece of shit teenager. What is the world coming to, seriously, when the integrity of the collective hive-mind that fuels the information super highway is threatened by ME?

I spent ten minutes writing out a very long and painful attack on somebody who defended The Machinist (very "you're wrong" and "bite me," without the awkwardness of an intelligent person actually saying those things aloud for everyone to know how closed-in he or she is) and it really got to a point where I called the person's parents "foam boxes" and I just didn't have the heart to continue, so you just have this explanation instead. The punchline of that intended paragraph was "well, GOOD FOR YOU!" It would not have made up for the terrible insults that I just tried to recreate here, to illustrate how fucking stupid it got, and wrote myself into another "what the fuck am I writing" corner.