You can do it, put your a** into it

Hey, did anyone hear we have a new Pope? Yeah, it's crazy. He looks a lot like the old Pope...maybe it's like that movie Dave with Kevin Kline, you know where the president dies or something and they replace him with a guy that looks just like him (I think, I never actually saw the movie)? Oh wait, here's the tag line: A lookalike is hired to impersonate the president who has suffered a stroke rendering him a vegetable while having sex with a co-worker. I'm going to hell, for sure this time. Randy doesn't like him b/c he chose the name Benedict XIV...and I have to agree, it sounds evil, doesn't have that friendly ring John Paul did.

Last night I watched American Idol for the 3rd time this season. It's easy to remember some of their names even when I don't watch on a regular or semi-regular basis...Bo Bice...Constatine...Anwar...what happened to people named Sarah or Joe (or Kelly)? Can they not sing? Do they not deserve the adolation of thousands of tv viewers? I digress...but the funniest thing happened during the show last night. So I'm ironing some clothes (the ritual of an anal retentive person) listening to Constantine belt out some unknown disco song, then he goes to Seacrest to have Simon berate him when Ashley shouts "Constatine's huge!" I don't really look up right away...I'm thinking she means huge as in he has a lot of fans and she's referring to the many signs littering the audience until I look at the tv and see him next to R.S. and he's literally towering over him....and not just that, but even his head looked enormous....like he had been digitally inserted into the shot and the proportions weren't accurate. Maybe I was shocked b/c I think Constantine looks like Gary Sinise, so like Gary, I pictured him being small...or in a wheelchair with no legs. I wish I could find a photo to show everyone, b/c I laughed my a** off. It may not sound that funny written out, but trust me, it was.

Yesterday I sent an email to my girlfriends to see if anyone would be interested in going dancing on Saturday, thinking maybe a few people might be interested, but today I get to work and almost every single person has emailed me saying they're in. Sometimes it hurts being this popular. I haven't been dancing in forever, it's about time (and I mean really dancing, not drunk dancing at a party w/ two other people). And I don't mean the kind of dancing where you're there and suddenly you feel this presence behind you (insert Jaws theme here), then next thing you know someone is grinding on your a** and you don't even know who it is, you try to move away, but they just keep moving forward, until finally you turn around and are utterly horrified by what you see, and now you know why he chose to come at you from behind. Nope, not that kind either.
R.