Your totally random, free-association entry.

I am way too tired. So I'm going to go to bed and watch Pushing Daisies (ONE MORE DAY OMG!!!)

I have a test on Thursday. I'm not sure if I'm ready or not. I haven't studied a lot, but I think I know everything. Ugh. Exhaustion does funny things to your mind.

I think I've picked an area to focus on in grad school (at least half of grad school). Because I figured that just general Anglo-Irish relations from 1169-whenever I finally get out of here was a little bit broad. So! Partition! SO MUCH FUN. I'm going to write a term paper on it for a class this semester, so we'll see how that goes before I devote ten years and two hundred pages of my life to it.

Michael Collins was kind of cute.

Alan Rickman played Eamon de Valera, and because of that I could not stop smirking ALL THROUGH LECTURE this morning. It was inappropriate. But funny.

One of my classes tomorrow is cancelled because of Rosh Hashanah, and wow, I have never been so thankful for the Judaic peoples as I am right now.

There you go. Goodnight.

I may not be *driving* all night...

...but I will be at the Celine Dion concert tonight!!!

(Gosh, how many more Celine Dion puns do you think I can come up with? The Power of Celine? That's the Way Celine is? I won't be seeing this "Alone"? I'm "taking a chance" that we'll find parking? I'll keep my eyes on Celine? I could go on...much like my heart...okay. I seriously need to stop.)

I'm not a little bit peeved that I have to miss How I Met Your Mother, but I'm so happy to see my favorite French-Canadian schmaltzy pop ballad singer IN PERSON. Almost as thrilled as I was to see Cher in person.

I begin to suspect that I am actually a drag queen. Huh. It would explain the fascination with eyeshadow.

Back Home Again.

AOL is being temperamental and cutting out every few minutes, so this will probably be quick. But I know you missed me! Right? RIGHT? I need constant validation, dammit.

Kentucky was amazing- pretty, fun, not too hot (always a concern when one's hair rivals Eris in terms of temperamental red-headedness). I got to dip my own bourbon bottle, took a picture of Thomas Merton Square (Seven Storey Mountain- whoo!!!), got carded, and even went to a Sonic.

Meh. I was frankly a little bit unimpressed. Culvers is better.

A few things- I know Colleen just wrote the same thing, but Indiana? STINKS. I don't know what it is (well, actually I do- it's stagnant water) but dear God I wanted to hurl five seconds after crossing the state line. I am not even kidding.

There are nowhere near enough Taco Bells across the midwest. Should you desire a chicken fiesta burrito for lunch, you will be forced to drive halfway across the state before you finally find one. *woe*

Should I ever find anyone willing to put up with my crabby unique personality, I will not be having a bachelorette party. Because I saw several of these in progress at dinner on Saturday, and wow, how embarrassing for everyone involved. Embarrassing for the women who are forced to get all gussied up and pretend to be happy for their committed friend, embarrassing for the waitress who has to scream at the top of her lungs and get the crowd to yell "Don't do it!" in unison (whatever, bitch, just bring me another drink), embarrassing for the bride who is doing a shot from the cute waiter's lap, and most of all embarrassing for the cute waiter who could probably sue Hard Rock Cafe for sexual harassment for allowing the drunk bride to do a shot off of his lap.

Ugh. It was gross and hilarious at the same time.

But now I'm home and I really like being home. Brothers and Sisters is on (Justin and Rebecca just made out in front of Sarah's kids who still think that they're biologically brother and sister- oh, how I've missed you this summer my dear friends.) Tomorrow should be kind of crazy- school, Celine Dion concert (yes, my heart will go on, Celine!!!) and somewhere in there I have to write a seven page critical analysis of a book about the Cuban Revolution for my Cold War class.

I'm actually contemplating making a lovely title page, and then on the first page of the paper just writing, "Dear Professor *Blank*, Isn't the internet wonderful? Thanks to the lovely and informative Wisconsin Circuit Court website, I know that you were arrested for being drunk and disorderly three years ago. I got really busy this week, and just couldn't finish. You understand, right? Love, Morena."

I think that would go over really well.

Oh, and because my mom fell asleep before it came on- the SNL opening from last night. I love Tina-Fey-as-Sarah-Palin.

Blogging from the Beyond.

Or...Kentucky. But in all reality I'm probably pretty wasted by now, so it still works.

Anyway, I'm not here. So I can't really comment on current events or whatnot. Instead, you get a secrets meme! I know, right!?! You're thrilled! I thought so. (I wrote this on Thursday. So the answers are old.)

40 Secrets About Yourself
Be HONEST no matter what.

1. What Is your natural hair color?
Auburn. While I generally hate the rest of my body, I love my hair. At least, I love it when it looks good. On Friday, it will look good again.

2. Where was your default pic taken?
I don’t have a “default” pic, but the one I’ve been using for awhile was taken at Irish Fest.

3. What's your middle name?
Mary Elizabeth, after my grandmother.

4. Honestly, does your crush like you back?
Here’s the thing about crushes- I don’t really do them. Either I’m actually interested in someone, or I just kind of think they’re attractive in passing. Several people at the moment who I think are kind of attractive in passing probably do, just judging body language. But obviously not enough to say, “ZOMG UR SO PRETTY” or anything like that.

5. What is your current mood?
Guilty. Because there’s a ton of stuff I should be doing and am not.

6. What color underwear are you wearing? Black. Before you judge me and call me a whore, I like my underwear to match, should I be in any unfortunate accidents. And frankly, matching bra colors to panty colors? OH SO MUCH WORK. So I generally wear black or flesh-toned, if I’m wearing something light.

7. What makes you happy?
Alcohol. And books. And TV shows. And having the laundry put away.

10. If you could go back in time, and change something what you would change?
There are a lot of things. Some personal, but one that I would put on Facebook is that I would have taken the CLEP tests, and would probably be almost finished with my degree by now.

11. If you MUST be an animal for ONE day- what would you be?
A horse. They’re all big and pretty and at least mine gets more love and attention than most people.

12. Ever had a near death experience?
I’ve been told that things were a little dicey for the first week of my life, but I hardly remember.

13. Something you do a lot?
Have existential crises about my future.

14. What's the name of the song stuck in your head right now?
I don’t have one.

15. Who did you copy and paste this from?
Hannah.

16. Name someone with the same b-day as you?
I don’t know anybody. That’s a good thing. My birthday kind of sucks.

17. When was the last time you cried?
Earlier today. Before that, about two weeks.

18. Have you ever sung in front of a large audience?
Well, in grade school we did Christmas pageants, which were like ten different kinds of awkward.

19. If you could have one super power what would it be?
Could I twitch my nose and have the vacuum run by itself like on Bewitched? That would be pretty bitching.

20. What's the first thing you notice about the opposite/same sex?
General face area.

21. What do you usually order from Starbucks?
Cocaine in venti skinny caramel latte form. Sometimes a banana chocolate vivanno. Or maybe a skim white chocolate mocha.

22. What's your biggest secret?
None of your business.

23. What's your favorite color?
Blue.

24. When was the last time you lied?
I don’t know, I don’t really lie a whole lot.

25. Do you still watch kiddy movies or TV shows?
I have happened upon Sesame Street and kept it on.

27. What are you eating or drinking at the moment?
Nothing. But I really am craving bourbon.

28. Do you speak any other language?
I’m really bad at speaking, but I can read Latin and little bit of French. (Stop laughing.)

29. What's your favorite smell?
Vanilla.

30. If you could describe your life in one word what would it be?
Dorky.

31. When was the last time you gave/received a hug?
Earlier today.

32. Have you ever been kissed in the rain?
Again, none of your business.

33. What are you thinking about right now?
How I have nothing packed yet.

34. What should you be doing?
Packing. But I just want to go to bed.

35. What was the last thing that made you upset/angry?
This whole day?

36. How often do you pray?
Not as often as I should.

37. Do you like working in the yard?
Dear God, no.

38. If you could have any last name in the world, what would you want?
Something that does not cause professors to throw up their hands in defeat.

39. Do you act differently around your crush?
Again with the crush. If I like somebody, I generally look better when I’m around them. But that’s all.

40. Name one song that reminds you of an ex?
So many things are not your business.

I'll be back tomorrow- have a good Saturday!

I am not terribly sporty.

I once made somebody at work laugh so hard they choked by saying that.

And it's true. I have attended exactly two baseball games, at both of which I spent a cursory five minutes deciding that J.J. Hardy is not nearly as adorable as everyone else seems to think he is, and then listened to my iPod. I'm not morally opposed to baseball. Do not get me started on football. They're all massively obese and fall on people. Falling on people is not a talent. At least in baseball you have to hit a little ball (and I know from my t-ball days that that is easier said than done. I was the world's most uncoordinated seven-year-old. My dad almost had to stop coaching the "team" he was so embarrassed.) Although I maintain that doing something thirty percent of the time is not doing something well. I'm fairly certain that when I am a professor, if only thirty percent of my students pass the head of the department may like to have a word with me. I'm just saying.

Anyway. I have had to deal with entirely too much sporty stuff this morning, and it's not even eight-thirty yet. Supposedly there was some Brewers game last night? And something fantastically wonderful akin to the second coming happened? I really wouldn't know, because I am happily ignorant of most sports games unless they interrupt my regularly scheduled programming (SCREW YOU MARCH MADNESS).

Except that I had a roughly half-hour drive this morning in a car without a CD player. So I happily turned on WKTI, looking for my Top 40, and instead I got baseball talk. I changed the channel. More baseball talk. Overall, I heard ONE SONG, heard the audio from the grand slam (Oh, no, I'm not completely stupid. I know what that is.) FIVE DIFFERENT TIMES, and a discussion of the game like sixteen more.

And then once during the homily. No, I'm not kidding. (It was tasteful. But still.)

Gah. Please, please let me go back to ignoring sports now, world. Thank you.

I could *never* have championed Home Rule.

I am emphatically not an organizational genius like Charles Stewart Parnell. As evidenced by the fact that I just figured out what clothes to take along. And figured out where my camera was.

*sigh*

Test went well. I obviously don't know how well he'll like my essay, but I know I knew everything and I wrote for 73 of the 75 minutes, so that's pretty good. I'm hoping A.

I had a ton of things to do today, but I kind of...didn't. For no good reason. The internets? Are fun? And American Girl? Was on QVC?

(Loves me some American Girls. Although the changed the box. It's not all pretty and maroon-y now. Boo.)

Now I'm going to go finish packing, and then fall asleep. Hopefully I'll have more to contribute to the sucking hole of internet tomorrow morning.

I'm fairly certain you can see my lymph nodes.

Ugh. I do not feel well. I think I have John's/Mary's/the regular September cold and OH NOT ENJOYING. Perhaps because of my new excessive hydration, I'm not congested, but I can't swallow without it feeling like I've put chards of glass on my ice cream that I am consuming by the gallon because it makes me feel better! It's medicinal!

I was going to be all responsible and push through and go to school today, but I woke up at six like I was supposed to and decided that hauling my dead-feeling person to watch James Cameron's take on the historicity of the Exodus was really not an even trade off. Then I fell asleep for another four hours.

Did actually have a productive day. I finished my paper, and then spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around my house talking aloud to myself about Daniel O'Connell and Charles Stewart Parnell (he was born in 1846, took over the Irish party in 1879, galvanized the group behind the liberal party, pushed through a home rule bill in 1886, and was finally brought down because he couldn't keep it in his pants- although I'm going to word that last part a little bit differently on my exam.)

Oh, and Mommy, you took it too literally yesterday. We were children long before Spongebob was around, and you hardly ever snapped. It was a totally hypothetical Britain-Mom and Home Rule-Spongebob. Also, if I was going for accuracy, I would have had the dinner be chicken and rice and tomato sauce. :)

Then President Bust decided to talk right during the beginning of Criminal Minds and wow, I have never hated anyone as much as I hate you right now, Mr. President.

Thankfully, he was brief, and now I am enjoying my amazing series once again. *squee*

Up next- CSI:NY. Flack's sister shows up. ZOMG.

I have a date with my bottle of NyQuil tonight, but first...

Dear Rebels Who Planned the Easter Rising,

Oh. My. Lord.

I'm a history major. I've seen a lot of stupid decisions. Really, really stupid decisions. Like when six different generals decided to run into Moscow in October without bringing a coat? Like when the Germans developed poison gas but then the wind changed and they hadn't thought to develop gas masks too? When countless forces storm embankments on which their enemies are perched with guns? When Poland met the Austiran empire and the German army with horses? Even when Britain partitioned four different states despite the fact that it had never, and mostly likely will never, work. EVER.

Stupid choices, all.

Not as stupid, however, as this. What, exactly, were you thinking? Following an emo poet to certain death armed only with the guns the freaking Russians (who, like, just got flush toilets) didn't want just to piss off the British in the middle of the first world war.

You know when you're a kid? How when your mom is distracted and just trying to make dinner and you are whining about Spongebob Squarepants for the third time that day? And then she snaps because my God, I am just trying to make Hamburger Helper and you will get Spongebob after dinner like I promised you?

If Britain is your mom, dealing with the worstest war ever is the Hamburger Helper, and Home Rule is Spongebob? That's the situation.

Except I'm pretty sure that kid never declared a provisional government.

I'm just guessing.

That is all.

Love,
Morena

Going to bed now.

This morning not as relaxing as previous Mondays. But I did squee a little bit internally when I saw the it was the fast priest and I would, actually, have time to get my beloved latte before picking up Mary.

It was fun.

Then I didn't write my Biblical civ paper. Should you need to know how the Genesis creation story(ies) compares with the Atrahasis epic, I've got nothing for you. Talk to me tomorrow.

I did, however, laugh a little bit when we went through the Joseph narrative by comparing it to The Graduate.

Teehee.

AND HIMYM!!! It's back! I loves it! Ted totally isn't going to marry Stella , though, and I don't just think that because I don't want him to marry Stella.

Thoughts on the Emmys.

I don't want to have Don Rickles' children. It is therefore unacceptable that he win this award.

Mad Men should have won more. I frickin' love Mad Men.

And Pushing Daisies. I don't care that no one else like it.

BOO!!! Who decided that 30 Rock was the bestest show ever omg? The Office is clearly much better. Poor form, Academy.

And now I'm going to bed. Lots of wine+ early art history class= not good. Not good at all.

(I kind of can't wait for The Colbert Report on Tuesday. It should be hilarious. )

Viewing Choices

Tonight, we have:

1.) The Locator on WE. A ridiculously melodramatic guy finds adopted children, long-lost siblings, deadbeat dads, etc. Then everybody has a good cry. I have decided that if I every give a baby up for adoption, I would like this guy to come find it for me. And then we'll all have a good cry.

2.) CSI on VH1. Why? CSI isn't on VH1. Why is it on tonight? This confuses me. Then I get mad when I think about William Petersen leaving becaue I love him so much, zomg.

3.) Pride and Prejudice on Oxygen. The 2005 version. With the strangely boobless Keira Knightly. This is the only thing about Keira Knightly that makes me feel good about myself. I have an abundance of boobs. (Mom: No, you just have the normal two, sweetie.) Also? I heart Mr. Collins.

4.) Steve Carell hosting and old SNL on E!. And we have a winner!

Emmys tomorrow night. *squee*

I now get angry watching HGTV.

Last week I put what I thought was the final coat of paint on the bathroom. (Apparently the person staying there doesn't do paint. Or mornings before eleven.) It was after several coats of primer, and I hoped and prayed that this would finally be it. When it was wet it didn't look perfect, but I figured it would dry and become more opaque.

Imagine my dismay when I arrived this morning and there was a very definite orange tinge to the walls. I almost started to cry. I couldn't imagine how may more coats it would take to finally wipe out the apparently nuclear orange color that the previous family had put on the walls just so that sixty years later I would have something to occupy my free time.

(Because sleep would be way too normal.)

I could envision myself painting a layer every Friday for the rest of my life and it would never not be orange. Finally the room would be so tiny that you could barely turn around, but it would STILL BE ORANGE. The thought was so disheartening I almost gave up and set fire to the damn place. What's orange now, bitch? MY FLAMES THAT'S WHAT.

But God took pity on me and worked a miracle- finally, this FOURTH coat of paint seemed to work. It looks white now, and hopefully, HOPEFULLY this will work.

After having a little freak-out in the bathroom I joined my mom in the bedroom, where she was going through piles of legal pad backing. (No. Don't ask. Because frankly, I could not explain.) She found a box of random quarters. "Look!" she said, "A box of random quarters!"

Never a dull moment.

Then the phone rang and I answered because I was bored and I found the idea of screwing with a telemarketer way more interesting than studying for my Ireland exam next week. So I told John from National Right-to-Life that I was Mrs. {Insert Family Name Here}, and we had a lovely long talk about right-to-life issues, and Sarah Palin (during which I covered the mouthpiece and expressed my actual views about Mrs. Palin), and orthopaedic surgery. All the while my mother was smirking politely at my sympathies ("You've been through this before, haven't you, Mrs. {Insert Family Name Here}?" "Oh, John. You have no idea."). Finally John got around to the real reason for the call, and asked for money. I made up some medical bills excuse, but my mom picks up the box and goes, "No! You could give him some quarters!"

Haha. Maybe I should have told John from National Right-to-Life that I could donate approximately $4.75 to his cause. After all, he did offer to pray for my "husband". ("Just needs some of God's healing, touch, right?" "Um...not exactly." Not unless we're dealing with Resurrection-of-the-Body healing touch here.)

Maybe it wouldn't have been so funny if I hadn't have been high on paint fumes because OH MY LORD THE PAINTING IT NEVER ENDS EVERYWHERE I TURN THERE'S ANOTHER COLOR.

Hell, I should have asked John to pray for my granddaughter Kathleen who is slowly going insane, courtesy of Killz Latex.

Last Sunday, on Mad Men...

Peggy's Sister's House:

Fr. Colin Hanks: *is adorably awkward*

Peggy: *is less adorably awkward* You want something to eat?

Fr. Colin Hanks: No. I'm good. I've had lots of unsatisfied women feeding me today. In fact, your sister should be bringing in a doggy bag any minute. Hey, do you want to run the CYO dance?

Peggy: I'm not sure. I'm so comfortable with our weekly awkward, if I added any more I'm not sure I'd appreciate it. Also. You think I'm a whore.

Fr. Colin Hanks: True. Very true. But I'm clearly going to continue to have a quasi-inappropriate attachment to you all the while admonishing you silently for making a moral mistake, so why not just cut your losses? Plus, you have a color printer.

Peggy: I guess.

Meanwhile, at the Draper's: Betty beats up a chair. This is in no way connected to her crumbling marriage.

CYO Dance Meeting:

Fr. Colin Hanks: Pegs, we got a problem. You cannot make lightly-veiled first-time references on church flyers.

Old Lady #1: Look how they're dancing!

Old Lady#2: SCANDAL!!! Leave some room for the Holy Ghost .

Author's Baby-of-the-Eighties Note: Teehee. Holy Ghost.

Peggy: I think the flyer is nice.

Fr. Colin Hanks: I changed my mind. I'm clearly going to agree with you. This is post-Vatican II, ladies. Let them grind. Btw, it's CYO. Nobody going to come anyways.

Old Lady #1: *huffs*

Old Lady #2: *huffs*

Peggy: THANK YOU.

Fr. Colin Hanks: I still think you're a whore. Even though you should be coming to Communion.

Peggy: Seriously. You need to stop talking to my sister.

Meanwhile at the Draper's: Betty freaks out at a dinner party and then smells all of her husband's suits. Yeah. I don't know either.

At the office a few days later:

Fr. Colin Hanks: ZOMG thanks so much for the flyers, even if it was a hideously misguided attempt to spend more time with you.

Peggy: No problem. I'm just glad that I didn't burn upon entering the church, what with being such a mortal sinner and all.

Fr. Colin Hanks: Yeah. I know. You wanna talk about it? God already knows. He sees everything.

Peggy: Really? Even when you were staring at my ass that one time?

Fr. Colin Hanks: I AM NOT THE SINNER HERE, SKANK.

Peggy: Did you talk to my sister again!?!?!? Seriously. I'm having her change her number.

Fr. Colin Hanks: Whatever. I'm just going to go play my guitar. This is post-Vatican II. We're allowed to do that now.

***

*sigh* I love Colin Hanks. He's so adorable. Our children would be so wealthy.

Why, yes, thank you, my priorities are in the right place.

I'm going now, because I have to get up for Mass. (Haha! I just realized the irony in that! Colin Hanks is not my priest, however. While disappointing, this is probably ultimately a good thing, as it could possibly lead to me spending all of eternity burning in hell. The sulfur? Not good for my hair. I'm pretty sure you don't get to bring your flatiron with you in the afterlife.)

I seriously need to go back to Concordia.

At Concordia, the worst sort of activism we had was when Facebook was relatively new and somebody freaked out and posted flyers all over to help us with our "addiction".

At UWM today some crazy guy was standing in the middle of the plaza screeching about God's laws and the rapture and whatever, I don't know, for like an hour. And then some people would start singing in protest but I couldn't hear what they were saying. And then some guy started screaming, like, really screaming- wild, primal screams.

Dear God. I need to get out.

Oh, so did not need this.

Because why, WHY should anything go right?

Apparenty, September saw how much fun June, July, and August had RUINING MY LIFE and decided to join in.

Except that September throws in dealing with the shit and having to get up at five in the morning every morning. And writing weekly six-page scholarly critiques of free-speech cases. And proving that the Bible isn't a massive literary hoax for fifty percent of my grade, as though people haven't been struggling with that since, oh, THE DAWN OF TIME.

AND STARBUCKS TOOK AWAY MY COUPON.

HATEHATEHATEHATEHATE.

HATE.

So. I'm ignoring said six-page scholarly critiques and massive presentation and stolen cars and watching YouTube videos that make me laugh.

This isn't YouTube video, but since John downloaded the song on Rock Band for me and it's hilarious, I give you the Charlene "video".

Ahahaha.



And now, I go to watch the season premiere of House. A lone bright spot.

They may have to fight Target for my soul.

Okay. So. Remember this summer? When Starbucks bought my undying devotion? For the low, low price of $2 grandes after 2? Thus every single day I was all, "Oh, I should go to Starbucks! It's only two dollars!!!" and spent way more money than I would have otherwise?

Yeah. That.

Well, technically that's over now. The coupon is expired, I cried a little, but it's okay. But Starbucks would not be placated. Their marketing team, whose genius is so great that they could convince the United States to reinvade Iraq, came up with the brilliant idea to do "treat receipts". So when you buy a drink in the morning, they stamp your receipt and you can can come back after two and get a $2 grande (mama has missed you!!!)

There may be a few problems with this plan.

1.) You're really poor. And probably shouldn't be at Starbucks in the morning anyway because really poor.

2.) Well. Clearly I should be at Starbucks, because I have an empty half hour in between Mass and school and the church is right across the street and well, I do not want to be a part of a world where you cannot kill half an hour at a conveniently located Starbucks.

3.) You are so dumb. Seriously. You're broke.

4.) Whatever. I can't hear you over my skinny vanilla latte.

5.) You could spend that hour studying? Or writing that paper you have to write today. Lots of options.

6.) What's that skinny vanilla latte? You think she's a drag? Me too.

Then later, you may be out running errands to avoid writing a constitutional history paper and pass Starbucks and feel the pull from the receipt in your purse. Again problems.

1.) SERIOUSLY DO NOT PULL IN HERE. You already spent four dollars this morning. FOUR DOLLARS YOU DO NOT HAVE.

2.) But I has a coupon.

3.) I don't care that you "has" a coupon. It's still two dollars for a drink that you wouldn't consider buying if it wasn't two dollars.

4.) But I'm getting tired and the caffeine will keep me awake!

5.) Writing that paper will keep you awake.

6.) I can't hear you over the drivethru Starbucks person. Banana chocolate vivanno with skim milk, please.

7.) *headdesk*

It was an interesting day of self-loathing.

And oooh! Guess what?? I have McCain 2008 buttons in the mail! That I can put on my messenger bag and drag around campus and then people can glare at me but whatever, I feel like rebelling.

Nowhere but a state university can you rebel by voting for the 72-year-old white guy.

And I can see Russia from my house!!!

I've been watching SNL for the political sketches since 2000, even though I was only twelve. This has got to be one of the funniest ones I've seen.

(Oh, and I'm tired and have been drinking, which is my usual excuse. But this! It's really funny!)

I will continue to beat this horse.

Like a good little dork I watched Sarah Palin's 20/20 interview last night. And the commentator person on afterwards was right- people who already liked her will think she was fantastic and people who didn't will find a lot to dislike.

I'm not saying that I'm unbiased, because I don't think anyone can claim that in politics, EVER, but I'm pretty middle-of-the-road on Sarah Palin. Mostly because I find myself wanting to and generally succeeding at liking her as a person (except for the part where I think she shouldn't have exposed her daughter to the public eye), but seriously do not think she would make a very good President should she ever have to become one. So. There's my bias. And here's what I thought.

She didn't do...poorly. There wasn't a whole lot of substance behind her answers. She looked coached, and I think a lot of people will just kind of be like, well, yeah, of course they're not actually going to lower taxes (Um, hello. Welcome to politics. Are you new here?) and continue mooning over Obama. And there were a lot of issues where she had changed her mind or obviously was just politicking or veered a little bit FAR RIGHT (like with the anti-assault-weapon-ban-ness.).

I think that she would have been further ahead to just admit that she had changed her mind on a lot of things, because that isn't necessarily a bad thing. I'm not making excuses, because I still don't feel comfortably having one more-tenuous-than-most heartbeat away from the being president (what with all of her experience BEING CLOSE TO RUSSIA WHICH IS THE STUPIDEST ARGUMENT I HAVE EVER HEARD IN MY LIFE OMG), but like the whole Bridge to Nowhere thing. It would have looked a lot better if she had just said, "Um. Yeah. Thought it would be a good idea. Turned out to be kind of pointless. And expensive. And then figured, eh, no, we can wait." I wouldn't not vote for her because of that.

She was not terribly polarizing- she was clear on her personal position on abortion (which differs from McCain's) but not obnoxious about it, and even suggested that the two sides could work together to cut down on the number of abortions performed. Her take on homosexuality was pretty much "whatever blows your skirt up", and while I disagree with her about the ban on assault rifles, I think that perhaps we do not need to show the picture of her standing over a bloody carcass quite so much. Propaganda much?


But I think the best thing for her that happened was that Charlie Gibson was kind of an ass. I mean, honestly. Again, I am not her biggest fan. But he was just nasty. The whole three-point economic plan? It was like he was a high school teacher and wrote in the margins of the test, "Good points Sarah, but you only gave me two. The directions clearly specify three." When did we give Charlie Gibson the right to decide who is qualified to be Vice-President? (To re-reiterate, I have yet to be convinced.) And then the constant, "Well, you don't have a plan. And if there's anything Barack Obama has is a plan!" (Really? Did I miss that somewhere in the past NINE YEARS THAT THIS DAMN CAMPAIGN HAS BEEN GOING ON?)


I mean, my God. He did everything but mouth "I love you, Senator Obama," at the camera with the little "call me" fingers. Good Lord.


That combined with the obviously choppy editing actually made her look better, in my opinion, because at it made the interview look a little bit one-sided. I am not one who normally gets all up in arms about the liberal media, but the entire introduction was very much con, and I kept waiting for the pro, but there was no pro.

Also, she looked very pretty. Which I am quickly realizing given the upswing of McCain supporters in the last week may in fact be a more important issue than many. And then I get a little bit scared for our country.

So. There you go. You will never be able to convince me that she is qualified to be president. But I'm beginning to question McCain's judgement less because it looks like this actually may have worked out in in his favor. And then, again, I get worried about the state of the union.

Facebook Meme

I am a whore for a good meme. I'm taking the birthday wishes out of the running, because I don't want to make it seem like I'm more popular than I am.

****Here are the rules LOL. Take the last OMG 12 ppl that wrote on your LYLAS wall and answer these ques. about them LOL Its tot. ridic. and lotsa fun. Frwrd it on to all 857 ppl in your TTYL friend list! If u dont then a big hairy monster with 10 heads will come eat you at 3:14 am OMGZZZ!!!****

1.) Keelin

2.) Colleen

3.) Mary

4.) Emily

5.) Sasha

6.) Sean

7.) MC

8.) Sarah

9.) Kiel

10.) Nick

11.) Steven

12.) Derrick

Q: Have you ever kissed number 7?

A: I'm sure at some point she's kissed me, like when I was a baby, but I tend to not make out with my aunts. I'm just saying.

Q: When’s the next time you’re going to see 4?
A: I am not entirely sure. Probably this weekend or next at Mass.

Q: Is number 8 pretty?
A: Lovely. And happy and engaged. And now living in Chicago and going to grad school and generally making me feel inferior. *woe* ;)

Q: What was your first impression of number 10?
A: Are we talking first mental impression, because I heard about him like a month before I actually met him? In which case I thought a.) yay she's going to prom and b.) boo I'm not going to prom and c.) it's kind of funny she's failing calculus. Physically meeting was more like, oh, it's good to finally have a face to put to the stories.

Q: How did you meet 3?
A: I don't remember, but I'm guessing it was the first day of K-4, because that's the first logical time we would have crossed paths. I know she's in all my "going to school" pictures from kindergarten because our names are next to each other alphabetically.

Q: Is 11 your best friend?
A: We're cousins. That's better. No, seriously. He's helping me clean. There is no higher level of devotion than I give to somone who helps me clean.

Q: Have you seen 5 in the last month?
A: I think so. But I so rarely show up at work.

Q: When was the last time you saw 12?
A: Yesterday morning. And the day before that. I'm not stalking him. I swear.

Q: Have you ever been to 1’s house?
A: Indeed. Keelin and I would often retire there after a hard day of Protestant Bible Summer Camp.

Q: When’s the next time you’ll see 10?
A: Hopefully soon. We always say "yeah, we should do something this weekend!" and then something hits the fan on my end and we don't. So. Soon.

Q: Are you really close to 3?
A: ZOMG SO CLOSE. The kind of close where we can never stop being close, or dangerous and embarrassing secrets could possibly be loosed and dear Lord, neither of us wants that.

Q: Have you ever been to the movies with 6?
A: I think so? Did we go to Collateral together? I think so. Anyway, I know we went to see The Dark Knight on the same night but in different theaters. That counts.

Q: Have you ever gotten in trouble with 2?
A: There was the great Cookie Debacle of '08. If you mean get in trouble with other people in conjunction with #2, then I guess there was the time when she climbed on my shoulders and I fell over and cracked my head open.

Q: Would you ever go out with number 7?
A: We have indeed gone out many times. Not on dates, but we do have a damn good time.

Q: What do you and number 3 talk about the most?
A: Usually it's just yawning and "Hi. It's really early." Occasionally snarky comments. I should ammend that. Usually snarky comments. This is why I started giggling during my grandfather's funeral.

Q: Do you even know 9?
A: Of course, I do not have any stalkers at the moment. It's not like we hang out all the time, but we bonded over our ruddy Irish complexions and love of The Fest.

Q: Would you give number 3 a hug?
A: Of course I would. In fact, I hugged her just yesterday. How do you like them apples?

Q: Would you ever go on a date with number 11?
A: Well, we already established that he was helping me clean...but I tend to stay away from incest. I'm single, but not that desperate. But he is absolutely adorable. Let's put it this way- I'm sure if we were in a sexually repressed Bronte novel, I'd be all over him.

Q: Are you in love with number 12?
A: Absolutely. I'm naming our children. :-D

Q: Have you ever lied to number 6?
A: I really don't think so. I only lie to make people think I'm not mad at them. When we were kids I just yelled at him if he did something I didn't like (like hang my Beanie Baby over the balcony) and now that we're old he generally doesn't piss me off too much. If I did, I apologize because he's gone now and I miss him!

Q: Do you know a secret about number 8?
A: I'm convinced that she's actually an upper-level corporate spy for Borders, because no one should be that good at their job for what they pay us.

Q: Describe the relationship between number 9 and number 5.
A: They're going to elope next week. I'm fairly certain his girlfriend doesn't know. No, I kid. I actually don't think they've ever met. Certainly not through me.

Q: What is the best thing about your friendship with number 4?
A: Oh, she's just lovely and in a few years I'm going to stalk her and take all the same religious studies classes as her. Oh. And she made me laugh harder than I laughed all summer with one line.

Q: What is the worst thing about number 1?
A: At one point she considered leaving me all alone here in Milwaukee. Other than that serious lapse in judgement, there is nothing. Keelin is perfect.

Q: Have you ever danced with number 7?
A: No, but we danced at the same wedding once. That's close. And frankly I'm drunk most of the time I'm around her, so it's bound to happen sooner or later.

Q: How long have you known number 12?
A: Less than a year. September? October? I don't know, I know it was after school started last year. I know we decided to rule the world together sometime in October. That's the important day. One day, when we take over the country you will all get off work on that anniversary. Perhaps we will stop the mail delivery. Unless it is a day People magazine is supposed to come. I do love my People magazine.

Q: Have you ever been in a fight with number 8?
A: I don't think so, unless she's been hiding it quite well.

Q: Does number 9 have a boyfriend/girlfriend?
A: I'm pretty sure he has a girlfriend. I have not heard about a boyfriend, but I suppose I have not asked, either.

Q: Have you ever been a co-worker with number 6?
A: We've done a lot of work together, but we've never been paid for it. Like the lovely wallpaper-scraping that was August.

Q: Have you ever wanted to punch number 2 in the face?
A. Maybe when she decided to throw all my shoes in the hallway because there was no room for them in our closet. But other than that, no.

Q: Has number 1 ever met your mother?
A: Indeed, Keelin has met my mother. A lot. My mom says she remembers meeting her for the first time, but as that was circa 1989 when I was still notsomuch with the congnizance, I don't remember.

Q. How did you meet number 6?
A: At my house. When I came home from the hospital. It was a party. Very exciting. The joys of being born to sisters.

Q: Did you ever accidentally physically hurt number 5?
A: I have never hurt Sasha. Her glorious capability for fandom, I think, is akin to a shield and protects her from harm.

Q: What is the best memory you have with number 8?
A: Because I was a loser and never actually made it to any of her going-away parties, I'll have to say just sometime at work. She's just a fun person.

Q: Do you live close to 7?
A: Yes. Closer, I think, than either of us expected to. EVER.

Q: What is number 2’s favorite food?
A: I don't think we have enough room.

Q: Out of you or 12, who is the most flirtatious?
A: Definitely, in normal circumstances, Derrick. He's not good at being nice to customers he doesn't like, though. I'm far better at sucking up for tips. He just glares.

Q: If you could change one thing about number 10, what would it be?
A: I like him so much I'm not even going to make a conversion comment. Unless, of course, you tell my best friend that she can't get married at a full Mass, in which case I'll have to change this to I'd like it if he were still alive, it's really too bad I killed him.

I'm kidding. I love Nick.

Q: Say something nice about number 8.
A: I've said like sixteen nice things about #8!!! Luckily, there are many, many good things to say about her. She became a manager in a shift. That takes talent, people.

Q: Which one lives the farthest away?
A: It's Sean for the next couple of months, but then it's probably Sarah long-term.

Q: Which one(s) do you hang out with the most?
A: Mary I see every day, but Colleen I see all the time and she does technically live with me. Keelin every couple of days. And Steven I've been seeing with increasing regularity because OH GOD SO MUCH TO DO.

Q: Who is the loudest?
A: Mary has a very loud voice. But I've also heard MC yell at Tigger's handler, and that's something I don't really want to listen to again.

Q: The quietest?
A: Probably Nick. We discovered last night that he and my brother are basically the same gaming misanthropic person.

Q: What kind of car does number 12 have?
A: The most incongruous one ever. It makes me laugh every time I see it.

Q: Have you traveled anywhere with number 8?
A: The stock room? That's kind of far. But I do have theoretical plans to visit her in Chicago sometime.

Q: If you gave number 5 $100 dollars tonight, what would they spend it on?
A: I don't know, something Harry Potter-related or maybe something responsible. She's all grown-up now with her internship and all!!!

Random Thoughts on My Birthday

They are not connected, except that they all occurred to me at some point today. :)

I think I should go buy some alcohol. It would be fun. And also we need wine.

We talked about Dublin's St. Patrick's cathedral in class this morning, and how it's kind of incongruous that this major Irish cathedral is, in fact, Anglican. I laughed a little in my head because when my mom and grandmother were in Ireland they actually tried to go to Mass there because they didn't realize that it wasn't Catholic. Ahaha.

I think the EMS Building at school is actually trying to kill me. Every time I go to class I think I'm going up the right staircase and then end up at the end of some obscure hallway and have to wander aimlessly until I find room 237. I swear to God, it's like freaking Harry Potter. The staircases move.

Why is it always hot on my birthday? It's been like fifty for two weeks, and now it's 75 and sunny? Why, God, why? Have my people not suffered enough??? We do not do well in the heat.

Why are people insisting on asking stupid questions all through all of my classes today? Of course St. Patrick is Catholic. There was only Catholic in the fourth century. Martin Luther wouldn't be born for a thousand years. Gah. Stupid stupid stupid. And seriously? When was the Inquisition? You're in an upper-level history class that, btw, was TALKING ABOUT NOTHING HAVING TO DO WITH THE INQUISITION. *stabbitystabbitystabbity*

OH MY GOSH I COULD GIVE THIS FREAKING LECTURE ON THE ENGLISH CIVIL WAR I HAVE HEARD IT SO MANY TIMES.

I have a Mark Rothko poster now. And I love it and think it looks artsy and fun. And the enigma that is me continues.

Today was the first 9/11 that I didn't wake up thinking about the terrorist attacks. Like, I didn't exactly forget, it just wasn't the first thing that popped into my head. I kind of hate myself for that.

My grandpa didn't call me this morning. He always called us on our birthdays before we left for school. (Okay, so the last few years I've stayed home. Not the point.) It bothered me more than I thought it would. He probably isn't going to come out to see me this afternoon, either. I don't remember anything about last year except he came out- I really wish I did.

So I wore something that reminded me of him and while I didn't get to talk to him, he did come to class with me (he would have been happy that I was going to school, even on my birthday :)).

Ironically, he already bought me a card (I found it when I was cleaning), and I think he sent me this book in the mail (he would not have ordered a book about 1968 in life).

Okay. Now I'm crying and I need a drink. Which I can get myself. Because I'm old now.

Adventures in Hebrew Studies

Author's Note: Gah Creepy Guy on America's Got Talent is singing Music of the Night and now it's just weird. *shivers*

I'm taking Hebrew Studies class this semester, and, well, it has kind of shattered my personal constructs.

Because apparently, despite (or maybe because of) the fact that I have had a rather religious upbringing and attended Catholic schools (Yes, I'm counting my living room, because I think any history book that can condense the gist of the Inquisition into "It was a misunderstanding," deserves to be Catholic. If stupid.), I know ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about the Old Testament and Jewish civilization before Christ.

I'm good with the New Testament. I can run down the gospels like nobody's business. When you say "Premarcan" or "Q"? I get it. I know the differences between the synoptic and Johannine traditions. I've studied the historicity of Christ as a man. Right now I'm reading a 1600-page breakdown of the Passion narratives. For fun.

And thanks to one particularly awkward homily, I even know that Corinth was a sea port and sailors would come in looking for a good time.

But pre-6 BC? SCREWED.

Like, I kind of know the creation story? (Actually, stories, because I didn't realize until today that in Genesis chapter one God creates man and woman together and then in chapter two there's the whole rib thing that generally pissed me off, if only because (again with the homeschooling) I saw crazy Protestants take it to an extreme.) But after that, meh. Notsomuch.

So this semester should be quite interesting. Perhaps it's a good thing there aren't any tests. And maybe before my presentation I should give a disclaimer like, "Product of the Archdiocese of Milwaukee" or something.

OH! Also! Did you know that the actual proper name of God, Yhwh (anglicized to Yahweh) is untranslatable and no one knows how it was pronounced because the High Priest was the only one who could say it and he only said it once a year on Yom Kippur in the temple and no one has any idea how it's pronounced STILL???

As we established earlier, I didn't.

I find it fascinating, though.

There is no logic.

I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I really enjoy my classes, but honestly? Sitting at home would be so much easier.

I've hear "Come On, Get Higher" like sixteen times today, and I kind of love it now.

I think I'm going to go to bed freakishly early for the second night in a row. And I'm quite pleased about it.

And because I'm so incapable of working tired that I can't even put together a freaking list, I'm giving you a Colbert Report video, because a.) I'm a fangirl, b.) they finally put up all the old videos, and c.) Dude, it's the Nicene Creed! And after the "and the kingdom will have no end" part, I totally finished it in my head. I suck.

So. There you go. Good night.

It's the most wonderful time of the year...

Hells yeah there are pumpkin spice lattes again!!! Whee!!! Imagine my glee when I walked into Starbucks this morning and saw the lovely little coffee cup on the sign- well, I'm not going to damn my immortal soul to hell for all eternity by comparing it to the celebration of the Eucharist I had just partaken in (even I have standards, as we established last night), but, dammit, I was thrilled.

(I'm fairly certain that I only disturbed the other patrons with my squeals of glee, as Mary was still harping about the music and how we're better zomg.)

Also discovered that when you start the day in a lovely relaxing way such as sitting outside in the lovely cool autumn morning, the rest of the day is kind of amazing. Even if you arrive at school to discover that two of your three classes are videos and why could you not have just told me to rent that series about the Jewish Egyptian civilization and if I had wanted Egyptian civ I would have signed up for Egyptian civ and oh wait, I totally did LAST YEAR and I really only need this class anyways for my more-impractical-than-history-if-that-is-even-a-possibility-here-in-the-three-dimensional-world theology degree and whatever, it doesn't even bother me, because I got a pumpkin spice latte this morning!

Next semester I'm decided to stop picking classes for my major but rather choose based on what will give me lovely mornings where I'm able to go to Mass and get coffee.

I'm pretty easy to please.

There's football on. And I am not amused.

Okay. Maybe notsomuch with the "easy to please".

Dear Russell Brand

I love you. I really, really do. I think you're hilarious, and adorable, and just screwed up enough that maybe I could fix you and then we could have adorable accented babies.

So obviously, when I discovered you were hosting the VMAs, I decided to watch even though even I am not sad enough to actually want to watch the VMAs .

But you were a total douche. Really gross. Rude, kind of disgusting, and there is no excuse for brining up Bristol Palin. Poor form.

I mean, damn, when you have to apologize mid-show to the Jonas Brothers? Not. Going. Well.

I still love you. Kind of. Which may say more about me than about you.

Sincerely,

Morena

Two Months Later

Okay, so this is like ridiculously old, but I just heard about it today in Entertainment Weekly. and then I freaked out because how? How can my fandom be so inferior that I had NO IDEA of this horrible turn of events?

Then I looked at the "July 16th" date stamp and went, "Oh. Right." I was just slightly preoccupied in the middle of July.

Anyway, Boston Legal ends this season, with only 13 episodes.

*is in mourning*

It's embarrassing, but I've actually rented Strangers with Candy.

Did you know Amy Sedaris was in Maid in Manhatten? I didn't. I freaking love Amy Sedaris. She's adorable. And weird. And adorable again.

ALSO! In a bizarre, free-association Six-Degrees-of sort of connection, Justin Theroux, aka Crazy Hot John Hancock, is in Strangers with Candy!

Playing someone name Carlo Honklin. Huh. I don't remember him at all. Wow. Cannot believe I missed him.

Damn. Now I need to rent, like, tomorrow.

It's okay. We've already established that I love Amy Sedaris. And everyone else associated with that movie, even if I didn't find it hilarious because I was a teensy bit young for the TV show. Still. Love her.

Also squared! Colleen is home. Yayness. Now I won't have to watch the movie alone!

ETA: Okay. I realize I'm now just connecting the Daily Show dots, but John Oliver's Terrifying Times is on and I am dying with as much laughter as I was in April when it orignally aired. Yes. In fifty years I will be ashamed to enter ANY museum. *squee*

It's a historic pandering!

It's rather late (almost ten, golly, mother, we should get to bed!), and I'm more than a little bit tired from this first week of being back in school. Have to get up early tomorrow to avoid the crowds that will presumably be flooding Neighboring Town to see My Favorite VP Candidate, because no way am I touching that with a ten-foot pole.

So! You're getting a video! Mostly because I think she dresses really well and I am amazed at how much she looks like her grandparents. It's uncanny, really.

(Oh, wait. Can I just say that McCain is talking about being stuck with a broken arm in the Hanoi Hilton and I'm feeling like a bad American because I really want him to shut up so I can watch The Daily Show?)

Liveblogging the RNC

Except without time stamps. Because, dear Lord, so much work.

Disclaimer-

1.) I am not anti-feminist. I am a woman. I think I am as smart and capable if not smarter and more capable than any given man. So is my sister. And my mom. But I don't know if I can trust a woman who accepts a position that will guarantee that she is not around to raise her newborn with special needs and expose her daughter to public scrutiny. I have nothing, NOTHING, against working mothers. Knock yourself out. But I know that if I was in her position, there is nothing I wouldn't do to protect my kids.

2.) I want to like Sarah Palin. I really do. The little girl inside me who used to dress up as Chelsea Clinton is going YES! SOMEONE YOUNG AND PRETTY MAYBE I SHOULD BE A POLITICAL SCIENCE MAJOR!!! Also, her teeth are adorable.

3.) I'm still voting for McCain.

4.) I still think this was a ridiculous decision and it seriously makes me question McCain's judgement.

5.) STOP TELLING ME TO SUPPORT HER. I'm voting for her, dammit. Why must I be happy about it, too, just because I have a vagina and think that Roe v. Wade should be overturned?

So, Rudy just made some jokes. And everybody is all fired up. Woohoo.

Little known fact- I saw Josh Groban in that building last summer. I'm fairly certain I had a better time. Nobody wants to see any flappage here.

Wow, her baby is adorable. If drugged. Kid hasn't woken up once and people are going batshit crazy there.

Cindy McCain let her hair down. Good. I've been saying that for months.

Oh, the traditional "we met in high school and fell in love and 100 years later we're still together!!!" story. Gah. Once, just once, I want someone to be like, "Um, yeah, I got drunk. And he was dating my best friend, and now we're not best friends anymore, and most of the time he really bugs me."

Now the little daughter is holding the baby. *is enchanted* *is disgusted by threshold for enchantment*

Her hair looks better too. I'd still change the bangs, though.

Average mom quote. *snore*

I tire of this. I'm going to go HAVE MY OWN OPINIONS. She'd better hurry up. The Daily Show is on in eighteen minutes. And then six times tomorrow. Whatever.

ETA: Oh, my Lord, that little girl just licked her hand and smoothed the baby's hair. I'm disgusted and want to adopt at the same time.

There was no picture this year.

When we were little, my parents would take our picture on the first day of school standing in front of the fireplace. We figured that by junior year, perhaps we did not need to do that. Although we may have done it two years ago. Maybe.

Colleen did well! Not that I really expected her not to, but as my first day of college wasn't exactly a day I return to fondly in my dreams, I'm very glad for her. And apparently my devotion and sore butt I got from sitting outside her classics class results in the forgiveness of (some?) of my debt! I'm still unsure about the cookies. The cookies seem almost more like student loans, debt you can't get rid of even if you declare bankruptcy for sit in Curtin Hall for an hour.

So my classes. They were...well, pretty predictable. Ireland sounds amazing because oh! Anytime I can hear about Britain in the 1100's? Sign me up. Imperialism looks good too- the "major" term paper is 10-12 pages and not due until December. Pssh. Baby stuff.

2oth Century in Global Perspective turned out to actually be just the Cold War because the professor (who is EIGHT YEARS into his doctorate and STILL DOESN'T HAVE IT and OMG I AM GOING TO ROT IN HOLTON HALL NOT EVEN COUNTING THE THEOLOGY ONE *woe*) only really cares about that. But I like the Cold War. So this is good. He's really boring and kind of has a bad attitude (might be the failed dreams), but still.

Tomorrow I have art history, con law substitute (still pretty much con law, but technically a history class), and Jewish Biblical history. I know exactly how con law will go (and I'm trying to ignore that), and I know I'll like art history, so unless Jewish civ completely SUCKS this should be a pretty good semester.

Speaking of art history (and we really almost always are), Architect Daddy pointed out that I was remiss in my attribution this weekend, and he's right. It is Romanesque. But not really. There's some Spanish influence, and I stand by my pointed arches. Should I ever be bequeathed a fiefdom by her Imperial Highness, I will make Architect Daddy a vassal and should he ever get into any wars, I will pay for him to go to battle. Of course, in I ever get into any wars, he'll have to go die instead of my kids. But it's best to focus the honor of this post. :)

Oh! And I have friends in my classes! That I totally didn't realize until she walked in! *squee*

Oh! And also apparently my professor's ongoing struggle to pronounce my last name weighs so heavily on his mind that he feels the need to bring it up in classes I'm not a part of.

This morning in Ireland during roll call he mangled my last name and was like, "I seriously need to write that down," because EVERY SINGLE TIME I got a test or was called on or whatever last year he was incapable of pronouncing my name. Whatever. So in Imperialism he got it right (well, close to right, but I'm not splitting hairs) and was like, "Yes! After only calling your name 87 times over the last year, I finally got it right! I was even talking about you in my Arab-Israeli class an hour ago! And I'm sure the rest of you are so glad that I share so much!" Mary was laughing ridiculously hard and Kim was smirking. It was a trifle amusing.

He didn't even try with Mary's. It was like, "Mary Na...Mary, where are you?" *giggle*

I'm still fairly certain that when I get my first test back it will be with a first name only.

It didn't suck as much as I thought it would.

As My Three Sons and '50's sitcom as it sounds, I think Sunday dinners would be a good thing.

So I hope you all had a good Labor Day. I did absolutely nothing but clean, go to a sing-along Mamma Mia! during which no one sang but everyone laughed awkwardly, which was almost as good, and drank A LOT. It was lovely. I also may have screamed at family members about Sarah Palin. Maybe. A little.

So I have opinions. That's a good thing, right???

Now I'm going to bed, because dear God, Northern Ireland is going to come early and right now I could frankly care less whether or not England reinvades. Seriously. TIRED.