Various Degrees Of Rocking My World
Oh. My. God. Snagged from Cherie Priest this morning: Bruce Campbell’s Old Spice commercial.
Oh yes. My world has been officially rocked now. Like a big rocking thing.
Also rocking my world: I think Pan’s Labyrinth is opening in my area tomorrow. woot woot! Must go see with Selkie ASAP!
Last thing rocking my world: another 2K words yesterday. The betrayals continue apace, Leander is just about to show up with his trusty laserifle and the news that no, he’s not working for the Good Guys. Bwahahahaha!
Not in the rocking-world category but pretty cool: read in the NY Times yesterday that Barack Obama is considering a run for the presidency. I feel a jolt of 60′s-Kennedy-mania-esque excitement at the prospect. Someone in The Economist pointed out that Republicans would no doubt like to be matched against him, so they can hammer on his “inexperience.” He is, after all, only 45 and hasn’t been a Washington powermonger before. I’d say this is a good thing–do we really want more of the same old nasty slimy boy’s club?
And to those that say, “well, he might split the Democratic vote!” I’d reply, what, we’re not supposed to vote for whoever we think can best do the job anymore? When did our presidential elections become a matter of the lesser evil? What’s so bad about voting for the guy we think would be best for the job or representing us to the rest of the world?
Let’s not even talk about the 2000 and 2004 election shenanigans, all right? Else I might lose my cool, and that’s NEVER pretty.
Do we realize what we’ve got here? A woman (Hillary Clinton) and an African-American (Obama) both have a shot at running for President. There’s a female Speaker of the House. OMG. It’s so cool. I just wonder why it took so bloody long. Grrr.
Last thing, not quite rocking my world but pretty cool nonetheless. We got the World of Warcraft expansion yesterday. The Sullen Teen was so excited. His eyes were as big as a five-year-old’s on Christmas. He thanked me several times…before ignoring the existence of the rest of us and playing for five solid hours.
I call that a happy kid. Bless Amazon and the UPS man, for they brought us joy.
Oh, also last night? The Mormons came by for dinner. They left just when the discussion was getting good, but at least they both had a decent dinner–more than one bowl of smoked-gouda-and-chicken Two-Day Chili. With garlic bread and sourdough, I might add. Feeding the hungry and gently coaching the narrow, that’s me.
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