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Project Runway

Jessica got me started on "Project Runway". After a year and a half of trying to convince me to watch the show, I finally started this season. I do like it, but I was a little miffed last night because Keith was sent home. I liked his designs, and he seemed to be one of the less dramatic. I am waiting for the day when Blaine goes. That little queen gets on my last nerve. Kenley also gets on my nerves. (Everytime I say her name I think of this video):

Joe also kind of bugs me. He just acts so superior. I do kind of like Stella. She's so random. So - -anyway, Keith is gone so my will to watch is over...maybe I'll catch some reruns. It was a sweet few weeks Project Runway, but alas....

All of these things...

I read today that the guy who wrote the book "100 Things to do before you Die", died at age 47 after falling and hitting his head in his own home this weekend. Now, you know me....I am a sensitive soul and don't wish death, especially accidental death, on anyone, but I do have to ask....

Did he get to do all 100 things before he died? Cuz if not, well that just sucks.

Redneck butthole

I do not like Toby Keith. Seriously can't stand the right wing, ultra-conservative redneck douche. I didn't care for him before but then after he pledged his love and respect for our ridiculous president and then threatened Natalie Maines of the Dixie Chicks after she spoke up against the President, I disliked him even more. I love her, I love the Dixie Chicks and I think she got the bad end of the deal there.

Anyway, I just saw that opening this weekend is a movie called "Beer for my Horses". My first thought was "OK, this must be another redneck movie with Larry the Cable Guy and Jeff Foxworthy". Now don't get me wrong. I understand being a cowboy/redneck. I grew up that way. I've just moved on, grown up, went to college and became a little more refined but I'm still related to a lot of folks (my immediate family included) that are very country. They just don't know any better and that is OK. They're happy and that is all that matters.

I look at the description for this brilliant movie called "Beer for my Horses" and I see (and I quote) "Two buddies, Rack and Lonnie, have quietly been pursuing justice as deputies in a small Southern town. But when Rack's irresistible girlfriend is kidnapped by a particularly nasty drug lord as revenge for the arrest of his brother Tito, the duo decide to defy their boss, Sheriff Landry, and chase them down... by any means necessary. Rounding up the town's most off-beat lawman--Skunk Tarver, a defiantly silent man who chooses to use a bow n' arrow instead of a gun--they take off on a rip-roaring road trip with all the makings of a rollicking comic joyride that's not afraid to go over the top."

That sounds like it's a fun little movie doesn't it? I especially like the part about the "irresistable girlfriend". She must have more than 2 teeth in her head. To top off the brilliant plot Toby Keith got top billing. He is the movie "star" in this. Beautiful. Brilliant. No really....rush right out and see this one, please. It sounds about as much fun as rinsing your eyeballs with acid, sticking a flaming pitchfork in your butthole and then pole vaulting over a mile long crocodile pit.

You have GOT to be kidding me...

OK - in case you don't know this - Houston has its very own multi-million dollar preacher. He's supposedly a nice guy, but I have a HUGE problem with religion making money and an even bigger problem when it is one person wallowing in all that cash because he claims to speak for the lord. Now, I am not knocking religion, nor am I knocking Christianity. I consider myself a Christian and I do have faith, I just don't have faith in most organized religions and it is for this very reason. That and the fact that a HUGE majority of "Christians" believe that they have the right to judge anyone and everyone. It seems they believe that if they show up at 9 AM on Sunday and praise and pray and shout in public and give that millionaire preacher a few more dollars for his wallet they will be saved and their actions outside of that hour in church, be they having an affair, stealing, lying or any other number of things are all forgiven because they went to church and everyone saw them there. They know best and they know right and they'll push their beliefs on you because Jesus told them they had the right to judge people because they went to church. All of this goes against Christianity, though....anyway...I totally went off on a bit of a tangent there. I digress...

What I was saying was that Joel Osteen, Houston's Million Dollar preacher or pastor or whatever the hell he is (Jesus' brother maybe?), is in the news. Well, actually his wife is. Supposedly she got into some sort of argument with a woman named Sharon Brown, a flight attendant who is suing her for "10% of her Net Worth". Her reason? She claims that she lost her religious faith and suffers from hemorrhoids because of the anxiety and trauma resulting from the incident. Wait.....what? She is claiming that Jesus' brother's wife chewed her out and made her asshole hurt and because of it she has lost her religious faith. Honey....you got bigger problems on your hands. The number one problem being a bad case of retardation. I should sue her for causing me mental anguish after I read how stupid (and obviously greedy - and lazy) she is. Don't be messing with Jesus. Or his brother - or sister-in-law.

My weekend

I did a whole lotta nothin. Well, I did a few things but it was nice to just chill and not have to be anywhere. Friday I went to dinner at TGI Fridays with Erin, Holland and Brandon. We hadn't been to Friday's in years. We used to go to the one by CPH before and/or after every rehearsal and any other time we could get over there. It was our "joint". Then they tore it down and our lives were never the same. Afterwards, Holland and Brandon came over. Brandon played PS3 a while and I attempted teaching Holland how to knit. We then watched some of "Batman Begins". They left about 11:00.

Saturday morning I woke up and went to Wal-Mart and bought "Breaking Dawn", and some Pillsbury Cinnamon Rolls, got some gas then went home to make said cinnamon rolls and talked to Jessica on the phone. I meant to go see "The Dark Knight" but ended up falling asleep. When I woke up I was too lazy and just laid around and read most of the day.

Yesterday was housework, theatre stuff and more reading. I'm kind of excited about Edouard. I wonder if they'll give us a day off work. Hmm....

Ummm

There is a woman I work with that talks to her "hubby" every morning between 6:45 and 7:30. I say "hubby" because from what I know they aren't oficially married. It is one of those common law things. Anywho - the conversation is basically the same every day. One thing in particular that she says at least 3 or 4 times each morning is "How's my baby boy? Sweet baby boy". Now, I have listened to this for about a year and a half and it creeps me out. I'm all for sweet talkin your honey, but you need to hear how she says this. Recently a couple of my co-workers moved to my end of the hallway. When they heard her they were under the impression she was talking to an actual toddler - maybe a grandson or something. Then I told them that she has one daughter who is not married (and is usually in her office with her when she is talking to her "baby boy" because she works 2 floors up and spends every morning and lunch with her mother). I told them it was her common law "hubby" and they couldn't believe it. She seriously says it like he is a newborn baby. It's creepy. We imagined him sitting at home in a bonnet and a shitty diaper waving his rattle at her. Eeewww....

SYTYCD

I know - I haven't posted in a while. I have been super duper busy at work and at the theatre. I do have some down time now. All I really have to talk about right now is So You Think You Can Dance. I kind of wanted "Twitch" to go home last night. He's on my nerves a bit. I just grew to like Mark's quirkiness a lot.

I love Courtney, though. I'd love to see her win it all. By the way...how did you all like Paula Abdul sitting in the distance. She was kind of like the retard cousin at Thanksgiving that you make eat by themself. She was there and could constantly be seen everytime they cut to a choreographer, just clapping away - like the retard cousin.

OK, that is all I have to write about today. The end.