and that I should be posting something either calming or oozing cuteness.

However, I stumbled upon this movie and there isn’t a damn thing cute about it. I need to see this and if you are an adult living in America, so do you:

In conclusion, AAAACK! I’m hoping that the exit of the Bush administration will at least start our country on the road to recovery. I’m not thrilled about who will most likely take his place, but meh – anything will be an improvement at this point. Yet history has shown us that our Democracy has been reduced to a series of broken promises followed by the misguided hope for someone else’s soon to be broken promises. I’m pretty sure that’s the definition of insanity.

In fact, it IS the definition of insane: Doing the same thing day in and day out and expecting a different outcome. See: hope.

Hope: believing that a positive outcome is possible even when there is some evidence to the contrary.

Hope is a double edged sword laced with bi-polar mood swings. Just ask any lottery player. Yet, I personally can’t function without it. The human race doesn’t run on oil, it runs on hope. Human ingenuity is fueled by hope. And I’m not talking about wishful thinking, I’m talking about the promise of “Free Lobster Tomorrow” and “There Must Be a Better Way” kind of hope. I guess I’m crazy too, because I suffer from a severe case of it and I don’t see myself getting cured anytime soon.To tell you the truth, I wouldn’t want to be.

Back to my Cheerios.

Ever think that maybe God made the dinosaurs and everything else in our fascinating prehistoric eras knowing that we would need oil/coal to get us to where we are now?  And that we would never discover new resources to advance as a species if we didn’t face a limited supply of fossil fuels?  And that perhaps He knew that millions of little boys, toy manufacturers, universities, paleontologists, and museums would need something to fill their time and pocketbooks?

Of course I believe the earth has billions of years on its clock (more…)

We saw The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian last weekend.  Yeah, yeah, the movie rocked.  All I can really say though is that for the first time in who knows how many years, George Clooney has been trumped.  And by a fictional character even.  I heart Prince Caspian… and I don’t necessarily mean the newcomer actor playing him.  Although I sure as heck hit up Google as soon as we left the theater.  I do look forward to seeing Ben Barnes play Dorian Gray as well as the upcoming Voyage of the Dawn Treader.  Yum.

What I meant was that I have developed a full-on crush on the Prince Caspian.

Prepare yourself, I’m going to have a rare girly moment here:  (Like) you know the scene where Susan was in the woods kicking ass but then became overwhelmed by the Telmarine soldiers after sending Lucy off to find Aslan by herself… and she falls down… and in rides Prince Caspian all smoking hot on his black steed and hunky armor… and he bends down, extending his hand to help her up…? THAT scene.  A collective sigh rose from all the females in the audience.  No joke.  I’m sure many of the men shifted uncomfortably in their seats while simultaneously rolling their eyes in disgust.  I’ve long ago realized that the ‘knight in shining armor’ bit was puerile hogwash, but that scene (and all the ones leading up to and following that scene which featured our handsome Prince)… let’s just say that my heart went a-flutter and George fell off his pedestal with a resounding thud.

I still can’t stare directly into the above photo for longer than a second at a time without blushing and looking away.    No matter how mature and cynical I get, this movie will remind me that I still have a silly little girl trapped in the la-la-land section of my brain.  And that little girl wants a wall-sized poster of this photo in her room to kiss goodnight.  Perhaps some gaudy t-shirts and a Trapper Keeper emblazoned with his beautiful likeness…

Okay, girly moment over.