Song Lyric of the Day:
People listen attentively / I mean about future calamity / I used to think the idea was obsolete / Until I heard the old man stamping his feet.
Squirrel Nut Zippers / “Hell”
The election has come and gone, and I am still stunned that Kerry did not win. How could America have re-elected Bush? Seriously, how could everyone overlook what a mess our country is in, and still re-elect him? I understand the argument that he knows what’s going on, whereas Kerry would be coming in to this huge mess, but I still wanted to see Kerry get the chance to try and fix things. As an American citizen and as a woman, I am scared about what havoc Bush will wreak over the next 4 years. Canada has never sounded so appealing. Regardless, whatever my feelings are about the outcome of the presidential election, I refuse to let it put a damper on my trip to Las Vegas tomorrow.
Watching Lost last night helped me and Rich escape from reality for one wonderfully involving hour. This show is one of the major high points of the new TV season. Like anything Joss Whedon creates, I would watch anything J.J. Abrams creates. Rich and I have been hooked on Alias since it began, and Abrams did not disappoint with Lost. Who else could turn the concept of plane crash survivors who end up on a mysterious island on its ear? Last night’s episode, “The Moth,” gave us the back story on Charlie, a heroin-addicted former rock star. That’s the brilliance of this show — we’re not just seeing how these survivors are dealing with being on this island, but every week, layers are peeled back to reveal a different character’s back story. Seven episodes in, we know that Jack never lived up to his parents’ expectations, his father’s in particular. Kate was in a U.S. Marshal’s custody for reasons still unknown. Sun knows how to speak English but won’t let on to her husband, whom she’d been planning to leave. Locke was paralyzed and can now walk. Rich and I can’t wait to see what other revelations lie in store. I have to make a point to program the VCR to record next Wednesday’s episode, as I won’t be back from Las Vegas until late that night.
One more day and I’ll be out West, in the land of neon. I can’t wait! Other than a couple of shows, I don’t have any concrete plans for what to do while I’m there. My friend Brent and I will probably wing it, which will be fine with me. As long as I get some gambling time. I’ve got to win the hubby a new car and have enough left over to buy him a nice poker set. Or so I hope.