I think we've all done that particular ranty whine once or twice. The whole 'working for a living' thing is a drag, especially when you're too smart for entry-level office work. I guess you just have to get to the point where you either climb a tower and start firing, or go find something else to do with your life.

As for Toy Soldiers, for some reason I get a sort of perverse kick out of watching Joey die. I think it's probably because it's Wil Wheaton, which is strange because I'm one of the rare few who actually enjoyed Wesley back in the day. But no one seems to have written the post-movie comfort sex fic that I want to read, as they are all too hung up on the Billy/Joey. It's a shame, really. But I haven't got time for that fic right now, I'm too busy trying to get Nick to cooperate with me.