I am Nostradamus

My wife and I went on a rare movie date last Friday and saw Gran Torino--if your ears don't tune out too quickly when you hear racial slurs and profanity, I'd definitely recommend it.

I can see a potential tragedy ahead.  Imagine the not-to-distant future--maybe ten years from now.  Video rental stores are all but history; a few folks still order blue ray disks from netflix or something similar.  A couple is glancing over some potential choices:

He: I remember someone at work said there was this movie that was great--named after some old school car.

Her: Hmm, let me see.  Is this it?

He: Yeah, I remember my grandpa had one of those years ago.  Let's order it.

Let's hope the resultant evening doesn't end up in some horrible suicide pact.

After a crappy day

...this was posted by someone and I watched it. It helped make the stress go away.

alas...

Grissom's gone, as of tonight. CSI is one of the few shows my wife and I actually watch with some faithfulness, but with three regulars gone within the past year, that may not be the case much longer.

(And the way my favorite hockey team's been playing lately, I won't be turning to that channel much longer, either.)

In the real world, not much to talk about here--just hanging in until some of the many stress-builders are done with, hopefully soon. The weekend can't come too soon.

The Kid Who Sits Behind You Explains

The Audacity of Hope

So Barack Obama wrote this book and I didn't exactly read it too closely but I figure it's about some chick named "Hope" and I guess she's kind of "audacious" or somethin'--I think that's maybe like "bodacious" which of course means she's probably smokin' hot.

Thing is, it's kind of one of those "symbolic" names and so it must have two meanings. He says some stuff about when he lived in Chicago, so maybe he means that "Chicago Hope" show as well. That was some stupid show my parents used to watch about a hospital so I couldn't watch South Park on the cartoon channel at the same time so I asked to get a t.v. for my birthday but my parents said I should get a job but I have all this work to do reading stupid books like this for school.

So I figure this Hope chick maybe works in a hospital in Chicago--so she's probably some hot nurse that maybe Obama was all makkin' on before he met his wife, or maybe he meant his wife 'cause I've seen her on the t.v. (when my parents aren't watching stupid hospital shows) and she's kind of audacious herself.

Happy New Year!