A Room of One's Own

I love these people

Hand to God, half the reason I bought a Sidekick was so I could take random pictures of things and email them to other people that would appreciate the weird shit I see on a regular basis. I'm driving down the 101 yesterday and there is this car in front of me with a very large bumper sticker. I'm intrigued. I speed up so I can read it - "IBrakeforJohnCusack.com"

Funny. If I saw John Cusack walking down the street, I would brake too. I love him with the white hot passion of a thousand suns. Who doesn't? Idiot that I am, I try to take a picture of this as I'm certain no one is going to believe me. It sucked. Big time. And, I must advise against trying to drive 70 MPH down the 101 with your cell phone out the window. I know, I'm a damned fool.

I just checked out the website to see if it actually exists. Oh, it does. And it's hilarious. Apparently, this is not just one car. There are several in many other places, including Germany. If you visit the website, which you should, it was the blue Nissan that I was car stalking. It also had a supplementary sticker that said, "Honk if you think John Cusack is a grooooovy actor." Before you even ask, the answer is yes, of course I honked. Remember, I'm an idiot.

I have no idea why this entertains me to no end. It just does.

Oh, this is embarrassing.

I am a girl. I am utterly and hopelessly a girl. I know sometimes I project a little bit of a "take no prisoners" rough exterior. It's a facade. I am weak.

A few weeks ago, I had a shamlessly weak girly moment at the check out stand at the local grocery store where they have those movies for $9.99. Impulse took over and got the best of me and before I knew it, I was walking out of the store with a brand new copy of Love Actually. And last night, in a successful effort to come up with a reason not to go running, I decided my muscles were tired and need this movie. This movie needed me. It occurred to me about the time that the Prime Minister celebrates handing the Presidnet his ass, then dances around the house to the Pointer Sisters:

I am a complete and absolute sucker for Hugh Grant. It's not that I think Hugh Grant is fabulously good looking because, really, he's not. He's got that droopy eyed, floppy hair thing. Cute but not ga-ga worthy. But, if any of his movies are on TV, you can bet your ass I'll be glued to the TV. I can't resist him. I generally adore boys who frequently make jackasses out of themselves. I find it endearing and charming is a way that only dorky boys can be charming. Remember Four Weddings and a Funeral? "In the words of David Cassidy, when he was still with the Partridge family, I think I love you." Jackass seems to work for him. I say, go with your strength, Hugh.

So yes, as intellectual and deep and I may fancy myself, my movie collection has once again betrayed me. Now, excuse me, I have to go peruse Ebay for a copy of Notting Hill.