"Anger?" Shooting yourself in the face is usually an act of despair, not anger, leeneia. Shooting someone else in the face would be an act of anger. And I was obviously being facetious, anywhoo, so chill the fuck out.

The music that makes me want to "shoot myself in the face," by the way, is... well, the music's lovely, on it's own, of course. I just don't care for it when it's accompanying the fake commercials for "Farmer Ole's Corn-Based Hemmorhoid Relief Ointment," or whatever. Which is every five minutes or so. I was in the car, this weekend, and turned on the radio. Music. Great stuff. Don't know who it was... something with mandolins. So I looked to see what channel I was on... "Oh, MPR. This must be Prairie Home fucking Companion." And my heart sank, as I knew some hokey fart-based comedy was sure to follow. Bleh. "Hee-Haw" of the fucking North, I swear.

---Lepus Rex