I'm so sick of all the political ads on TV. Even those for the candidates that I really like. I think that step number one in campaign finance reform should be to do away with any and all television advertisements. It's too easy to lie/mislead/twist/and otherwise pollute my living room with propaganda in a 30 second sound bite. It's all about buying an election, which sadly has become the norm in this country.
The only thing televised should be debates. And they should all be moderated by Ewan and/or Joss, so I don't get too bored. So there.
I've been crabby all day and delaying this entry hasn't helped. So I'm still crabby, probably from a mixture of candy withdrawal and reading the newspaper. I promise to eat lots of chocolate and not read/watch the news all weekend. I do have something to look forward to this weekend. My friend Mary is coming over tomorrow night and we're going to order Pizza Luce, read Kathleen's gossip magazines and watch all of the episodes from Veronica Mars: Season 3. (That's #3-1 "Welcome Wagon", #3-2 "My Big Fat Greek Rush Week", #3-3 "Wichita Linebacker", #3-4 "Charlie Don't Surf", #3-5 "President Evil" for those of you not keeping track. Have I mentioned that this is my FAVORITE show?!?!?) If anything will get me uncrabby, that will be it.
Jboy competed in his first ever quiz bowl last night. His exact words were "We were decimated. But it was fun!" They had four matches, lost all but one. And yes, Shayne...that is little Mr. Nutter from church. Jboy hopes they find some other kids to join their team as you're supposed to have a minimum of four kids per team and they only had three. Jboy, his friend Jeremiah and a shy girl named Sparkle. I have no idea what Jeremiah or Sparkle look like, but I totally believe Jboy when he said that they stood out among all the snobby private school kids. I still can't get over the fact that my kid is participating in school sponsored events! At my old high school. Sheesh, I'm old.
I can't think of anything else to report. Macaroni fell (trying to sneak up and scare his brother) and hurt his arm but it wasn't broken, thank goodness.
Speaking of sneaking, Ewan is taking photos with other women again. You know, if they're photos with his wife I'm very understanding but the rest of these chicks need to back off. He is my imaginary boyfriend.
The little caption reads: picture Sunshine here
I should probably begin with admitting that I have an embarrassing crush on John Cusack. More embarrassing than the Ewan/Joss thing because John's single and I occasionally think I have a shot with him.
Also, if I were ever to cure cancer or AIDS or save a bus load of kittens or become a crazy bug eating hermit in the hills and Hollywood decided to make a movie of my life, there's only one person I'd want to play me: Rachel Weisz. She's a goddess. (Okay, I'd want Gina Torres, aka Queen of the Goddesses, to play me too but since I'm not planning on growing two feet and turning all my fat in muscles any time soon, I'm going to pretend that Rachel and I look even just a smidgen alike and go with her. Pretending is fun and imaginary boys are the bestest of all!)
Rachel Weisz
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Gina Torres
So, Runaway Jury is a very good movie but I would have said that anyway, cause John is oh so delicious.
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