Panacea

Ah, nothing like Cusack and a mean Caucasian to heal all.

And now, to bed. Cranky abides.

I would never close the door to you, Lee

Finding it very hard to focus this weekend. I have much writing that needs to get done, but I keep distracting myself with cooking, reading blogs on how to can your own fruit and such homespun loveliness (like I would actually do any of that), and watching Lee Mead sing in a loincloth.
Oof--that's as close as I can get to writing the sound effect I make when I watch it.

I just can't get back into school. Not sure what's up with that. Lost momentum, motivation, morale...meh.

So, I think I'll have a little vid fest: clips of The West End Production of Joseph, Firefly, and Serendipity. Lee, Nathan, and Cusack. Throw in a few X-Files epis, and I'll approach Nirvana.

Ooo and maybe I'll stay up all night reading a novel. Yummy happiness!

This is why we love Google Talk

So the Prax and I have been drinking russians (or bourbon for prax) and scoping out our next houses in the Stepford vintage township, and this somehow led to a discussion about various places I might want to live when I graduate. And then we talked about the one person who apparently reads this blog from NY, whom I am halfway convinced is John Cusack because well, why wouldn't it be John Cusack?

And so then, we began trying to figure out how to woo said John Hughes creation (god that sounds like something from Rocky Horror, doesn't it?) via blogger. And Prax made the excellent suggestion of a top 5 ways of wooing John Cusack list. I added a mix tape into the discussion, and so here we are.

The problem, however, is that despite the absolute futility of the task, it is not an endeavor to be taken lightly, for John Cusack is not merely a trophy husband, a dollar store prize to be won! And so, I retire to an evening bubble bath with the sounds of The Clash echoing through my house--thinking, pondering, musing...

suggestions are welcome. :)

The future is unwritten.