the rocker

i need to record here that, as you know, i am gay for obama, but now i'm also BI FOR BIDEN!
see, it expresses that i'm head over heels for obama, but not committed yet to biden, but i'm willing to explore him. and, of course, it's clever and cheeky. i'm thinking a bumper sticker, to add to my new beauty, "mom@stressedout.com", the dorkiest thing ever to adhere to a vehicle. additionally, i saw the rocker tonight with a younger friend (i feel like a sex criminal every time i hang out with this kid. he's 16 for the record.) and it was a good time. it was a charming movie that didn't fully mature, and didn't fully flesh out characters played by such great comedians as jane lynch, jeff garlin, christina applegate and will arnett. rainn wilson, however, was cast to perfection. every smash he makes on the drums elicits another hilarious facial expression, and i found myself thanking the god of cinema that they didn't cast will ferrell or some other less nuanced comic as the lead. don't get me wrong, will ferrell is frequently appropriate, but the joke is wayyy past its prime as far as his post-pubescent manchild thing goes. why is that such a popular concept in hollywood? anyway the plot required a certain level of suspension of disbelief, especially to someone who knows quite a few aspiring music stars. the most natural thing about it, honestly, was the romance between the bassist (emma stone!) and her real life boyfriend, the tortured lead singer. it made me feel warm and nice inside. anyway time for me to hit the bong and then the sack.
topic for tomorrow: my arguments with chris
(picture lovingly stolen from here)