So, upon conversing with one of my good friends about the questions being asked of the canditates about the reality of nuclear attack in the next 3 to 10 years, we've made a pact. The sirens go off, we go down together. During the conversation, I had visions of us all hunkered down in the basement ala Anne Frank trying to silence Dog 2, as generic bad guys storm the suburban neighborhood.
Daily random musing item: The Golden Globes were cancelled due to the writer's strike. We were treated to watching two people who I don't know read the nominees and announce the winners. Really? At that point, if there's no red carpet, no limos, no plunging necklines and celebrities to either impress us or make fools of themselves, what have you truly got? I would not watch an hour TV program to have my local sportscaster read the results of the NFL season to me. I want to watch the SuperBowl. So, if we're planning OscarsLite or I Can't Believe It's Not The Oscars, please spare me. I can read a list of winners online myself and make witty banter over it with my friends.
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