I won’t quite own the junkie label, but I’m definitely an interested and engaged watcher of politics, and this interested and engaged watcher has had his fill. Whichever way it goes on Tuesday, the campaign will be over, and that’s a good thing. I’m preparing a wrap-up post for Monday evening.
If Alabama beats Arkansas State, LSU, Mississippi State, Auburn, the winner of the Florida/Georgia game (probably), and Texas (probably), it will be the national champion. Half of those are likely wins; all are eminently possible. To sit at the first of November with a (plausible) best-case scenario of 14-0 and a crystal football, and a (plausible) worst-case scenario of 11-3, absolutely rocks. We were supposed to be merely improved this year.
I don’t know how it’s been in other parts of the animal’s range, but we’ve had a skunk population explosion in northern Alabama this year. I bet I’ve seen 50 this summer, about half-and-half alive and dead. (I figure it must be Halliburton’s fault somehow.)
Three weeks off cigarettes as of 3:00 this afternoon. I drop from the 14mg patches to the 7mg patches starting tomorrow, and after that it’s just my will. I’m looking forward to getting off the patches, actually. I’m pretty sure they give me headaches.
I attended a retirement party for a colleague at Hooters tonight. I’d guess our Hooters has been there 15 years, and I think this was my third time in there ever. It’s just not my thing. Don’t get me wrong—I absolutely love women—but I’m just not into the skinny chick + huge breasts paradigm, which seems to be the template for Hooters girls. Breasts are fine, but make her full-figured everywhere. Also, make her a minimum of 35 years old, so I can be reasonably assured that she has the life experience and corresponding mental horsepower to really tease me. Never forget, the brain is by far the most powerful sexual organ. (But none of that much sounds like a successful business model, does it?)
I bought the Sex and the City movie on Blu-ray a month or so ago, and had been looking forward to it. I ended up having to split it into three nights. I much enjoyed this show, but something I came to appreciate while slogging through the film is that a lot of its charm comes from its 25-minutes-at-a-time delivery, and the continuation of storylines from week to week and season to season—but always 25 minutes at a time. This was really just another episode, only it was two and a half hours long. No one made any effort whatsoever to build it a correspondingly extrapolated narrative structure, and damn, did it ever show.
Speaking of movies, I’ve made a tradition of watching House of 1000 Corpses while Lea takes the boys trick-or-treating. I don’t usually quite get all the way through it. Doubtless it’s uneven, though I find it charming enough. The sequel The Devil’s Rejects is a much more complete film. (If you’ve never considered yourself a sicko in any context, stay away from both of them.)