Nice weather today here in the 'Ville. Very pleasant.
Here's an interesting take on the papacy of John Paul II. Truthfully, I have no opinion one way or the other about the pontiff's deeds or legacy.
Thinking about seeing a movie this weekend.
Thinking about my reality TV shows, too. I overheard a few people at work discussing The Amazing Race. Last Wednesday's episode was dramatic as usual, with "The Brothers" getting the boot, an especially poignant event in light of the previous episode's circumstances -- they wrecked their Land Rover and seemed destined for Philimination but managed to catch up to the team of Deana and Ray at a Road Block, then beat them in a foot race to the Check-In. Suck on that, bitches.
(And it has to be said: Ray? Was a total fucking prick. He was -- and most likely, still is -- the embodiment of every cliche you can imagine regarding alpha males going through a midlife crisis. Plus, he had a tendency to regularly use phrases like "the competitive edge" and "will to win" with a straight face. And the icing on the cake was that ridiculous do-rag he always wore. I mean, dude: you're a fortysomething stockbroker from Ohio, not a cast member of Jackass. Have some fucking dignity.)