Shocking, simply shocking...
The documentary Metallica: Some Kind of Monster sounded interesting when it was first released. So when it was on VH1 Friday evening, I decided to spend my night of relaxation catching up on this bit of pop culture. It was some kind of strange. Metallica has a mission statement? Who knew. And they are in touch with their feelings... Great.

The final effect was that I was left feeling grouchy and put-upon. Having to listen to Metallica’s work in order to absorb the rest of the movie didn’t help. And after two+ hours of listening to their whining, I picked up the whiny torch myself and came downstairs and unloaded an ungracious 15 minute monologue on Rick about how I feel vomited upon by the whole world. By the mopes loitering in the cul-de-sac who were sharing their feelings with the world at top volume. By the co-worker for whom every day is “bring your demons to work day.” By our crazy dogs. And, of course, by Metallica.