Thank You, Blog God

So it has recently been pointed out to me that the point of having a blog is posting in it. Apparently, if I don't post on here at least semi-regularly (even if it's only with a silly picture) then I don't deserve to blog at all. So, while I try to come up with some quality content to put down in the Wax Top Review, how about you just sit back and enjoy some chocolates, my treat.

Road Construction

So Warner is under construction - which is fine because I understand that roads need love too - but does it have to be under construction during "rush hour"? I mean, I realize that if you took the rush hour(s) out of the equation there would probably be something like 3 hours left for those poor vest-clad men to work, but still... The fact of the matter is that there are a whole lot more of us (the people stuck in the construction-caused traffic) than there are of them (the vest-clad men).They should be more considerate, though it's not like it matters. By design we (the drivers) are a timid bunch. Sure, we curse and shake our fists and hold up certain fingers but that's only because we're inside a car. As soon as we step out of the car we're no longer safe. Our coat of armor has been removed. In this new state we are not very suitably matched against those butt crack-exposing, vest-clad men. So, instead of taking our frustrations out on the people causing the traffic, we take them out on each other. Myself being a prime example. Today, on several occasions, I didn't let someone in front of me. Yeah, they followed all the rules. Turn signal; Check. Start to slowly pull into desired lane; Check. But not on my watch. I nonchalantly pulled ahead, succesfully blocking these invaders from getting in front of me. Me! What nerve! Why should they get to be ahead of me? I've been in this traffic just as long as they have. I had a crappy day at work just like they (may or may not) have. So, instead of throwing fingers or curse words, I threw manners out the window. Come on, I'll never see these people again. Well, I probably will but it's not like we're on first name basis or anything. Either way, now I'm home and I don't have any regrets. Call me selfish. All I know is that it got me home a few seconds faster than I would have if I had let them take advantage of me. Besides, I had my pride to think of.

Welcome to the Review

Within the confines of these colorful never-ending walls you will find the Wax Top Review. This is a place for Ezekiel and myself - Seymour, nice to meet you - to complain about anything we may deem fit to complain about. It will also be a place for us to review albums, movies, jobs, relationships, haircuts, award shows, etc - I'm sure you get the picture. We're not trying to be original and we've already accepted the fact that there will probably be only two people reading this blog (I'm sure you can guess who...) and that's fine. Everyone needs their place to go where they can scream and punch and kick and get their aggressions out. Unfortunately for us, we live in an apartment building, two stories up, so the WTR will have to be where we cyber-scream, cyber-punch, cyber-kick, cyber-etc, etc, etc. So, without further ado, we welcome you to our little piece of cyber-insanity. Enjoy.