The cardigan is taking over my brain!

So, The Head has been dressing better recently. Sportcoats, sweaters, etc.
I was actually voted best dressed in my lab - which has never happened in any group larger than one.
Anyhoo, all in all I think it was going OK for the most part. Problem is, recently I've kind of got a Spiderman-Venom thing going where the clothes are affecting my brain.
A couple of examples:

The other day from work I was driving home while listening to fucking NPR! WTF?
Remember how much I love NPR?
(to be fair it was a segment on geriatric lifers in prison - I challenge you not to listen to it)

Second, I was picking up a sportcoat from Brooks Brothers the other day. One of the old ladies that works there (the one I don't like so much) says "I can get your coat, what's the name it's under?" I tell her my last name. So, I'm buying other shit from a guy there and she comes up to me and says "Here you go Sam." First thing that pops into my brain is "Shit lady, who the fuck is Sam?" Seriously, that coat costs like a week's salary for me. Is it too much to call me Mr.? And I told her my last name - she had to put effort in to call me my first name.

Sheesh. I'm turning into an arrogant asshole. (well, more of one)

I'm back

OK jerks, I'm back. Have a new job and new baby.

Now on to the important stuff.

I saw Smokin' Aces yesterday. I was really annoyed by Ben Affleck in it. He plays this bail bondsman who's hanging out in a pool hall drinking beer and smoking cigarettes. He's got this shitty mustache, a paperboy hat, and a 70's looking shirt. Your typical low-life type character. Problem is - he's got gleaming white teeth! I mean ridiculously bright. Annoyed me the whole fucking movie.

Jason Bateman was fantastic though.