Dangit! I screwed up. I forgot to post yesterday. Well, it's been kind of a normal past couple of days... work is going well. Candess went back the doctor today and she might have mono. Yeah.
Okay, so since there hasn't been much lately, let me make a first(I think) critique of our popular culture. Case in point: Aston Kutcher. Now, I've seen enough of his movies and his iconic character on That 70's Show to decide that he's a pretty decent actor. But I believe that his most valued contribution to our society through the entertainment media is a little show he runs; we all know it as PUNK'D. For those of you who don't know, the premise of the show is that Mr. Kutcher plays practical jokes on all our favorite celebrities. And it's funny, but not always in a "ha-ha" sort of way. You know, when you or I, let's say, accidentally knock over someone's motorcycle or aren't allowed into our favorite night club, we all act in different ways. And when celebrities get stuck in these predicaments, we expect them to act in a civilized matter, as they should; they are "representatives" of our popular culture. People know them. They go to thier movies, watch thier TV shows and listen to thier music. But when Joe Shmoe accidentally rear ends Hot Shot Oscar winner, he blows a gasket on national television. Of course they'll act all so graciously once they realize they were pranked, but by then we all know how they really are. So there. Now we know how the other side lives. Thank you, Mr. Kutcher. You have opened our eyes.
Okay. I finished my first rant. How about that? Well, until tomorrow.
D&C