Reason number 2

Here is reason number two that I would work for Kwame Jackson, the laid-back runner up on The Apprentice.

TVGO: Are you going to accept KFC's job offer?
Kwame: At a higher number, yeah. It's a week. I'd do almost anything for a week. I'd be a yoga instructor for a week.

TVGO: You don't think that $25,000 is fair for a week's work?
Kwame: I didn't say it wasn't fair. But business is not about being fair — it's about making money.

TVGO: PETA sent you a letter urging you not to take the job.
Kwame: The problem is, I'm from North Carolina and we eat pork and Krispy Kreme and chicken. That's just the way it is.

Besides the fact that I didn't even realize he was from North Carolina, there's the fact that he had a wonderful "screw you" attitude to PETA. Hee!

Also...

Regarding yesterday's race (and if you missed my earlier commentary on it, check HERE for slashy fic):

Dude. Afterwards. Interviews.

Junior. ARMS!

*falls over in lust*

He has ARMS! Shut up, those of you who think i'm insane. I mean, he's got arms with muscles! Boy is pasty as hell (since he's naturally redheaded and all), but lord have mercy, sweaty and tired in a ripped sleeved shirt sitting on the barrier with that jumpsuit peeled to the waist and...ARMS!

Dude.

How did I not know until this weekend that Larry Hagman was in Superman: The Movie?

Dude. It's Major Nelson. Seriously. Full military regalia. I kept expecting Jeannie to pop up and foil Lex's plan.

Damn you history!

They say that history repeats itself, that people never learn from their mistakes.

I have the sudden urge to read about the Crusades. I'm...wondering something.

It intrigues me.

*runs back to finish project so can apease Paper* I swear! It's coming!

There are some times when it's *bad* to have email addresses

I'm really fighting an urge right now. I have an email address. For a...childhood friend? It's hard to describe. Let's just say, he was my first crush, and he's sort of like a brother. But a distant brother. Okay, so he was cool fannish back before I was geeky fannish.

Anyway, he's been in Germany for a few years now, and every once in a blue moon I email him. It's cool to see him if he's in town (although it was only ever at church, so I doubt I'd ever see him again). I've pretty much been cutting ties with the childhood types. It's weird. Because you know how people grow up and become different. They have different interests. It's okay, it's just an evolution you go through.

Well, about a month or two ago, I, along with several other people, got an email from Travis with his new email address. I haven't emailed him in probably a year and a half or more. I've just basically had that email sitting there, too lazy to actually get off my butt and put the address in my address book.

I suddenly have the urge to email him. I don't know why. And we're not talking normal "how are you" emails, we're talking "Hey German boy, bagged any hot chicks lately?" That kind of thing.

Maybe I better go get chocolate and avoid any thought of emailing him. That would be just weird and odd.

(There's a whole long thing I could have written about instead, but I chose to write about the desire to email German boy. Huh.)