Movies, politics and my own personal hell.

So, a couple things.


/We are going to have a new president.
Now whether you're a fan of Obama or not, I say he's going to be it, so you can either get used to it, whine, or explode in happiness. Your choice.

/Disturbia, officially a movie worth watching. Really good. Suspenseful, but not so overly disgusting that you feel like you're watching an unrated, oddly worse version of Saw. So that's good.
Also; Jumper. Beyond amazing, I've watched it twice. Ridiculously star-studded cast there. Hayden Christensen, Jamie Bell, Samuel L. Jackson, Diane Lane, AnnaSophia Robb, Max Theriot, even a small appearance from Twilight star Kristen Stewert. [Then again, Hayden Christensen, Jamie Bell - the sole reason I love King Kong - and Max Theriot? Ah yeah. I'll be watching it again, thank you.] Different, but not so different you wind up wondering what the hell is going on. Love it.
And on the downside: Oh my god who came up with the idea for the Scorpion King 2? Really? Just let it go guys, you had a great series going with the Mummy, no need to screw it up with 'Rise of a Warrior.' Terrible acting, horrendous writing. Honestly the only thing about the whole movie that made it even the least bit worth while was Simon Quarterman as Ari, the 'poet'. Seriously the only thing that was even halfway amusing. I'm just happy he didn't wind up dying, considering that seems to happen to all the fun people in movies.

/I've finally found a brilliant way for you all to tell me you hate me, when that time comes: Give me tickets to a golf tournament.
My dad likes golf - I do not. I, like my mother and sisters, decided to tough it out, muddle through it for daddy. And I almost regret it. It was ridiculously hot out for November, with very little shade. I for one, am not a big fan of the heat. For one, I find golf to be hours and hours of watching a bunch of dull people do the same thing, over and over and over again. You can only watch them swing a stick for so long before you feel yourself losing brain cells over the monotony.
Better yet; the sole reason I like golf courses is for taking pictures. Especially in Florida where you're filled with turtles, turkeys, those random little white egrets that are always everywhere. But alas, it is, in fact, against the rules to bring in cameras or cell phones to the Children's Miracle Network Classic, over at good old Disney World. Relax, people, I don't really care to take pictures of the golfers. I wanted to see the turkeys! Is that so wrong? Evidently it is.
Not to mention I have an extreme hate for being forced into being still and silent for any matter of times. Granted, that's usually how I am to begin with - I just don't like being made to be that way.
Thank you, and welcome to my own personal hell; Visors, lots of plaid and pastels, sweater vests and skorts, colored shirts, and of course, all of the people.
On the upside, I got a lime green Sharpie-mini for playing their torturous little putting game.

/So if you watch the news - and trust me, I know a lot of you don't - you'll know by now that President-Elect Barack Obama has chosen who is to be is Chief of Staff.
A man named Rahm Emanuel. The two have known each other for years, and from what I hear, I think he'll do the job well. [Research it and make your own mind up before you start complaining, please, otherwise I'll not be listening to your ramblings.] Especially when you've got a nickname like Rahmbo. He's supposedly the attack-dog type. The in-your-face, pointing a finger in the face of a yet-to-be-leader and simply growling 'don't fuck this up' type. So you can imagine why I'd like him.
My question; Has anyone noticed how ridiculously hot this guy is, or is that just me?
Hm.