Supposedly the final movie of the X-Men live action franchise, X-Men: The Last Stand releases in theaters today, May 26th. Through my connections (Brent, that is) I was able to attend a full screening of the new flick just hours before it’s Thursday midnight/Friday morning release - bonus.
Several of the fine actors from one of my favorite shows of all time, The Office, have blogs on MySpace. While I’m not a big fan of MySpace (though I don’t think it’s the antichrist) it does have it’s uses in that it’s fairly easy to set up a MySpace account, lots of people use it, and people who you purposely stopped talking to because they got on your nerves haven’t talked to in a long time can find you. 
As much as it pains me to admit that I enjoy American Idol, it pains me even more to say that I want Taylor Hicks to win. Taylor was born for this. He was born to be an Idol. It’s in his soul.
Sierra asked me that last night. “Why do I like you so much?”
“I dunno,” I said. I really didn’t have an answer.
“Do you like me so much?”
“Of course I do!” I said. I mean, who couldn’t like this little girl? She’s so funny and sweet.
Her question really got me thinking though - why do we, as humans, like things? Why do some like certain things while others don’t, and to differing degrees? Is it something metaphysical, like a god, or is it simply the way our brains function? However you choose to explain it, only one thing is certain - love exists. Whether it’s simply a reaction of the combination of the right hormones or it’s something beyond understanding, it exists, and it’s a beautiful thing.
Later, Sierra asked us, “Is there a ‘bleu cheese?’” We said yes and then she asked, “Is there a ‘purple cheese?’”
Bush laughs funny.
Good Times
Portland weather should not emulate Arizona in the middle of May - or ever, for that matter - but it did today. SO HOT. My favorite temp is 72°, so a blazing 97° was really a bit much for me.
Today’s torrid temperature inspired me to buy some pants that have zip-off bottoms. Despite the fact that Yahoo! doesn’t have an official dress code, the Sales organization (to which I belong) doesn’t allow shorts, so these zip-offs are the best I can do. Well, I guess I could wear a dress… but that’s more trouble than it’s worth.
The unofficial dress code makes me and Macaulay sad.
That’s all I got. This is my lamest post in a long time; hopefully, it won’t happen again. I’ll blame my lack of inspiration on the weather.
