Birthdays!

Happy Birthday kiersten!

(Okay, so I don't usually actually remember to post birthday wishes, because that would involve me actually having an attention span that lasts more than five seconds, but today...I remembered!)

Boat load of crazy

My mother made her television debut last night.

She came off less crazy than you might think.

Rascal (the cat) came off like a star.

Because. Just...because.

The bastardization of my childhood just keeps getting worse and worse.

Dukes of Hazzard (2005)

Mission: Impossible 2 was a hard enough pill to swallow, and I hated that movie. With a fiery passion. Of ten million flaming suns. Watching the Dukes trailer though...I'm tempted to go to Dukesfest over in Bristol, TN to lodge my official protest against the movie (and to see John Schneider sing, as Cooter announced today on a local radio show).

normadesmond hit the nail on the head about what one of the main problems is: when viewing a trailer, it's a bad sign when the only person who seems to have a grasp on the nature of their character is Jessica Simpson.

I managed to spot a few horrific details from that trailer. Like the fact that the Dukes theme has been "hard rocked out". (Seriously people, you get Willie Nelson in the movie along with Jessica Simpson, and you choose HARD ROCK for a theme about a bunch of relatively laid back country boys? Why on EARTH didn't Willie do the theme? Why?) Also, Enos is...Enos is...I can't say the words. But someone tell me how in hell he ever gets with Daisy? Also, Bo Duke was dumb, but in a lovable, affable, sweet way. The kind that you pat his head and love his prettiness anyway. This Bo? Is the kind of dumb that's a bad caricature that you would expect to see in the corner drooling if he wasn't played by Seann William Scott.

And don't get me started on the over the top sexual innuendo. We've got guys in fast cars and women in really, really, really little clothing. Taking it ten steps farther is just...too much. Sly sexual innuendo is one thing. Sexual humor that aims for teenage males and no one else...*yawn*.

The dang luck of it all

What is my sister doing Saturday? My sister of the cheating and the lying and whatnot?

Doing modeling work. At a NASCAR event. That requires big boobs (this is ironic if you've ever met my sister, because she's a 32A).

At Evernham Motorsports. An autograph signing kind of thing.

*cusses*

From 9-3 (which foils me, because I have to work from 10-3 and the event is in Statesville, which is more than an hour away) she will be hovering around Kasey Kahne, Jeremy Mayfield and...Bill Elliott.

Billy!

*squeals, then cusses*

And the most annoying part is, she's worked an event like this before. The models aren't allowed to talk to the drivers. We're pretty sure, even though it's a fan event, that she can't get autographs. (If she does manage to swing it, though, I told her my first priority was Billy.)

Smallville observation

Something that hit me funny this morning.

Forever

Um, why was Jonathan chopping wood? In May?

*snicker*

I'm surprised that JS didn't tell the director/script supervisor/writer/SOMEBODY that wood stoves are kind of moot when it's actually warm out.

American Idol

I did this last year and I've done it again...come to my mother's store to make comments and do rampant dialing on a landline (because my cell service decided to crap out tonight).

So all you AI fans, come read and DISH!!!! Especially phangurl. Cause OMG, Mulder, I'm season 9 Scully.

( American Idol Finale )

Ack! Line Five! All y'all vote on line five! I've been geting through for ten minutes straight!