And another day is here again.

It's Tuesday! And it feels like Monday! But...it's a Tuesday! Whee!

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To start the day, a happy, fantabulous, magnificent, stupendous, monstrously exciting and porny happy birthday to plum_evil. May the day after your birthday be filled with lots of porn and lots of yumminess. BTW, your Jamie is not only adorable and nice and a darn good racer, but he's also slightly dorky. Yay!

And an equaly fabulous, wonderful, gigantically fabulous belated happy birthday to researchminion. Cause people from our neck of the woods just *rock* dammit. *G*

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Word of advice to anyone, absolutely anyone who ever wants to write a letter to the editor.

Never ever use the word "always" in the letter, or any other words that are absolutes. Because "always" is always wrong. There are very, very few absolutes in the world. And even things that you're pretty damn sure are absolutes can be proven to not be absolute given time. So putting an absolute qualifier in your letter just makes you sound unbelievable. For the most part.

(This stems from a letter to the editor in the local paper. Big controversy about building a baseball stadium downtown. Do I care? Nope. I don't live in this town and I don't vote on the matter. But the people wanting to build the stadium *have* done one thing that I can't argue with: private money would go for building it. As long as the citizens aren't paying for a stupid ballpark, I'm fine. But anyway, the letter to the editor against the ballpark was talking about what "always" happens when a ballpark is built in a downtown. *sigh* Asshat. Who doesn't actually know the facts or is too busy listening to the propoganda of those who don't want the stadium because it would be 2-3 miles *gasp* away from their homes, even though there's a buffer in between and they *chose* to live in the residential area nearest to downtown.)

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For those of you who aren't southern, or are southern and just haven't heard of this stuff, a food item you never, ever, ever want to eat.

Scrapple

Just take my word for it. Do not ever eat it. Ever. Or touch it. Or do any research into what it's made up of. Upton Sinclair would have had a heart attack over Scrapple.

Your friendly, southern bit of wisdom for the day.

What are you people doing to me?

Lord have mercy. *whimper* I've been trying to catch up on my Friends' list, and so far, I've been doing lots of reading. I've gotten back to skip=105. And folks, that only takes me back to *Monday!*

You people were typing fools over this holiday weekend, weren't you?

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Just wanted to let everyone know that, right now, I seriously love Panera Bread Co. Mmmmmm, asiago cheese bagels. Mmmmmm.

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Over the weekend there was some family fun (homemade hamburgers and homemade ice cream), some racing fun, some church fun, and some movie fun.

The family fun included my brother-in-law saying I "wouldn't understand" as he launched into "manly-man engine discussion" with my dad. Never mind that it was concerning the kill switch on race cars, my dad doesn't watch racing, and I'm not stupid when it comes to mechanics. My mother actually gave me a look that said "don't kill him." I just laughed.

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The racing fun, well, it couldn't be beat. For many reasons.

* Ryan Newman hitting his kill switch and spending about 10 minutes with his pit crew trying to push the car, while they try to figure out why the car won't start.

* Gordon crashing.

* The giant cheers when Mongo was introduced.

* The booing for Kurt Busch.

* The "Have you seen my puppy?" sign carried by a fan with Mongo's car on it.

* Terry Labonte winning (go old guys!)

* Jamie McMurray coming in 3rd? 4th? and talking about how well he did, considering he had the flu, and concluding with a grin, a chuckle and "man, that was cool." Hee. He's a dorky. I love him.

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Now the church fun was cute, because sometimes little kids say things that are "awwww" inducing. We were having a discussion about being stranded on a desert island - what would you have with you and, if you could have one person with you, what would it be.

Some of the "things" they wanted. A Wal-Mart. A gun and ammo. A sniper with gun (apparently the sniper doesn't count as a person). Money. Bionicals (some toy, I have no clue).

Now, the "people" they wanted? One kid wanted his dad. One wanted his mom. One wanted Miss Blanche (Corey's a sweetheart, but Miss Blanche is pushing 80. They wouldn't survive long). Little Jessica, the lone girl, wanted me. Smart girl.

Of course they asked me what my five things would be, and who'd be my person.

Big sheet of plastic (for catching rain, coverage, etc.)
Knife
Jug
Magnifying glass
Bible (endless source of reading material, plus, you know, it's church)

The best part though was who I chose, because for some reason, it completely astonished the kids. I told them I wanted Steve Erwin (Crickey!) as my other person. Hey, if I come across anything dangerous, I'll leave it up to him to deal with it. Plus he's industrious, enthusiastic, and not afraid of the outdoors.

And they still thought I was weird.

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Now the movie fun of the weekend: Barbershop, Enough, and The Bourne Identity.

Barbershop

I thought it was amusing, but moreso I found it a great eye into the barbershop environment. I remember the controversy from when it came out about Cedric's character, but I have to say, I don't really see *why* it was so controversial. The fact of the matter is that there *are* people who, to this day, don't see what Martin Luther King Jr. did that was so important in the grand scheme, that don't understand Rosa Parks' contribution, that are older, less educated, have some valid views, but generally just talk to remember. Eddie was *real*. The things he said, hey, don't ignore or get mad. Discuss. It's through discussion that learning takes place. Getting up on a soapbox and shouting about injustice just incites anger and automatic temper, rather than an environment for fostering change.

But I do agree that OJ did it. *runs for cover*

Enough

Okay, so J.Lo. movie. I watched it for a reason: a coworker's sister is in the movie. Speaking part and all. I watched and rewatched one scene over and over, just for her. The movie itself wasn't as bad as it was made out to be. In fact, I really enjoyed Billy Campbell's performance and Jennifer Lopez's performance. The material sucked a lot, because no one bothered to tell her to report the abuse because it established a pattern of abuse that would hold up in court in regards to custody better. And the fact she got away with murder...argh. I had severe issues with that.

The Bourne Identity

Matt Damon actually *hot* for once. A really fun movie, even on the second viewing. Must say, the hair washing scene was really hot. What is it about a non-hairdresser man washing a woman's hair that's so erotic? Okay, dying her hair. Whatever. The fact that he was doing these makeover kind of things in such a masculine way...ahem. Whew. Is it getting hot in here?

Plus I like the story. And I really want to own a bike shop on the Caspian sea now.

Well Pfft.

Stupid Internet cut out on me and I lost an entire entry.

I have a feeling no one's sobbing over this. *g*

Things I Don't Care About Anymore:

Politics
My whiteness
Perfect southern hair
Popularity (in fandom, idea, opinion, etc.)
Finding a man

Things I Do Care About:

Eyeshadow (it's an obsession)
My dog
My ass
My fandom shirts
My friends

Things I Should Care About:

My bills

Truly fascinating.

Pennsylvania Bank Robbery Bomb Case

This case fascinates me. Truly fascinates me. When Brian Dennehy disappeared, I was intrigued. The Kobe Bryant thing piqued my interest.

But this?

This is weird. Weird and frightening and oddly intriguing. Was the delivery guy the culprit and the claims just an attempt to get away with the crime? Or was he really the innocent victim? If he was the victim, what kind of person would do this to the pizza guy? This bomb, who came up with the idea? What mind goes to these lengths? What was the purpose of such a public spectacle? I could go on and on.