I hate hard choices.

My choice was supposed to be easy this year. Which team to root for in the Super Bowl? Well, I always watch a bit up to the Bowl so I have a team picked out.

See, here's my problem. I like the Bucs. Usually when I pick a team, they have some sort of story (hence the fact that I usually root for the underdog and I rarely root for the winning team). Every game I watched, all of the talk was about the Bucs' defense (it is the defense, right?). So naturally, I gravitated to the Bucs.

And then yesterday, while watching the Raiders/Titans game during commercials for the Globes, I saw my boy on the sidelines. For the Raiders.

Anthony Dorsett

I mean, how am I supposed to choose between Tony Dorsett's boy and the Bucs? Huh? He was the whole reason I rooted for the Titans to win the Bowl in 2000. He's the only football player I knew of at age 5 (well, besides Herschel Walker - our Cocker Spaniel was named after Herschel).

So now I have to choose and dang it! I don't wanna. Because for once I don't think the team I like is the underdog. So if I went with the Raiders, I'd be rooting for the underdog.

See why I hate hard choices?

Let's count the ways...

Let's see, how many ways can I kill coworkers for being lazy asses and horrible procrastinators? Hmmm.

Just kidding. We just have a really, really huge presentation on Wednesday for a prospective new client, and what have they given me in regards to putting together the 16 binders of information. 16 folks! They've been working on this thing for 4 months and here we are, 2 days out, and nothing to show for it. No, let me correct that. We have the 16 binders. And the 16 booklets of information on our company that is simple and easy to print out. But the cover for the binders? No where to be seen. The PowerPoint presentation? Not a lick in sight.

The fun part is that I can't stay late tomorrow. Hee. I have class and it has been stated clearly to all in charge that I will not be staying late. The sad part is, my coworker would have to, and Tuesday night is her yoga night (and that's the only night during the week she has scheduled plans). She's paid for yoga, yet may have to miss it because of lazy people who will probably hand her stuff and walk out the door.

Grrrr.

But on to more pleasant things.

Let's see. I have decided that I'll be rooting for the Bucs. I'm justifying this because of my rooting for the Titans in 2000 because of Anthony Dorsett. I've shown him my love. It's the Bucs turn (plus they're the underdogs and they have Warren Sapp and Ronde Barber). So the Bucs it is.

Go Bucs!

Golden Globes last night. Generally I was bored. Long-winded people grate on my nerves (although the Spanish guy who won for Foreign Film made me laugh). But there were a few moments of fun.

Lara Flynn Boyle and the Tutu of Death. I couldn't decide whether to laugh at her dress, the shoes, or the pre-pubescent ponytail with big ass pink bow.

Sharon Stone. She was obviously either drunk or stoned, and then there was the fact that her dress was sheer. I mean, damn. Nipples! Right there on the screen. With Lara, I couldn't decide what to stare at. With Sharon, I had no choice, because they were pointing at me.


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An Update on the Movie Angst

And because I know everyone was just dying to know how my movie conundrum of Friday turned out...

*g*

Ended up renting three movies with three enticing men. Sexy Beast with Ben Kingsley (although I've yet to watch it), The Rookie with Dennis Quaid (I'm a sucker for underdog sports movies), and About a Boy with Hugh Grant.

Folks, if you haven't watched About a Boy, go rent it now. I laughed so hard. And Hugh Grant about killed me with the emotion at one point. Almost in tears, and not the laughing kind.

Plus it had some of the best lines ever. Seriously. The kid is damn funny, as is Hugh, and the two together are just a scream (plus Toni Collette is a riot). And the kid that plays Rachel Weisz's son manages to hit notes that aren't human. James, I dare say this kid could out-whine anyone on the planet.

But my favorite bit, with the best line of the whole movie, was as follows:

Marcus (a very weird, minute boy of 12 years old with an abysmal bowlish haircut and the oddest Vulcan-like eyebrows on the planet) is walking down the hall at school, headset for his new CD player on, listening to his new CD. Ahead of him walks the girl he crushes on, a tall, very punk creature with ripped tights and bird's nest hair.

Marcus is singing along to his CD. Or maybe singing is the wrong word. For his new CD is rap.

"Shake your ass. Watch yourself. Shake your ass."

The girl whips around and demands to know what poor little Marcus just said to her. He stutters and explains that he was saying anything to her, he was listening to his CD.

"It's Mystikal. It's a rap."

"You listen to rap?"

"Well, not much. But I listen to this rap. It's by black people. They're very angry. Or they like to have sex."

*g*

The innocence of children. Hee.

Damn that is such a funny movie. Of course I'm not remembering the exact dialouge (even though I did watch it two times in two days), but it's a riot.

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And I just did a search and found some quotes from About a Boy. Hee. Enjoy.

Marcus: Oh, don't worry, I think your mum is keen on him.
Ali: [Shouting] She's not keen on him! She's keen on me!

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Will: The thing is that a person's life is like a TV show. I was the star of The Will Show and The Will Show is not an ensemble drama.

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Christine: You will end up childless and alone.
Will: Well, fingers crossed, yeah.

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Will: I want to go out with her, OK. I'd like her to be my girlfriend, here I said it.
Marcus: How brillant!

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Will: I am an island. I am bloody Ibiza!

Dude! This is my new mantra. I love this line. I'm planning on using it absolutely everywhere.

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Lindsey's Mum: 'Shake your Ass'....is he Moroccan?

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Will: I'd be the worst possible Godfather. I'd probably drop her on her head at her christening. I'd forget all her birthdays until she was 18. Then I'd take her out and get her drunk. And, let's face it, quite possibly try and shag her.

Edited because I found some quotes.