Thursday, June 19, 2008

Where dat skill?

Oh good, it is less than a month in between posts. Phew. I was afraid I was getting lazy here. Obviously that is not the case. Obviously.

Tomorrow is my last day at my job. I will have officially worked there exactly 3 years- I didn't plan it that way, it just happened. That, along with the fact that my boss couldn't have been more ambivalent about my leaving, just drove home the idea that I am likely making the right decision by taking my new job. My new rock-star job. My new rock-star job that pays for all my gas. Ah, now you see! You are jealous, aren't you? Go ahead and admit it, I won't gloat.

I really want to get into more reality TV, because there really isn't enough TV in my life right now, and so I watched the mess that is called America's Got Talent a few nights ago. As it turns out, this statement is false. My favorite "act" was the 15 year old boy who twirled batons. After his twirling and twisting and delicate toe-pointing (all of which I will readily admit, I would not be able to do even if I were hooked to strings and pulleys) the judges talk to the boy about how he is teased at school and his peers accuse him of alternative sexual orientation and lack confidence in his general manhood. As if an endorsement by David Hasslehoff isn't enough, to stick it to the bullies, the hosts then bring up the boys MOTHER to defend her son's honor, and then play Mariah Carey's "Hero" as he walks off the stage in his 100% slim-fit sequenced shirt. Thank YOU America's Got Talent for securing a firm beating when the twirler gets back to school.

Ah, America.