I throw socks at my television. When I disapprove of something, when most people would just change the channel, I start hurling socks. It isn't exactly the most productive use of my time, or my socks for that matter, but it gives me a small sense of satisfaction. Lately, however, it hasn't been working.
I'm running out of socks, and things are getting too personal. Under any other circumstances, the death of Michael Jackson would have devastated me, but today, I...
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