So before work I'm trying to finish watching an old Sunday movie of mine, Alien Trespass. It disappeared off the face of Netflix for a while but now it's back on my instant que and my kids and I couldn't be happier. It's a fun, silly, stupid movie and if you have Netflix on Demand then you should seriously check it out.
Here is a picture snapped of the evil and sinister Dr. Borderz (with a Z and in NO WAY related to the bookstore of similar name) as he returned to storytime last month. Pretty amazing!
My oldest daughter asked me this morning why I am all about Charlie Sheen lately, why I quote him constantly and just all around love him. That's a tough one. I don't know why I do. I just do.
I guess I would have to say it's because I feel like I relate to his madness. I have bipolar disorder. I get manic and hyper and crazy fun and loud and yet in the drop of a hat I can turn into the saddest, angriest person in the world who cuts his wrists with a rusty old box cutter. I hear Sheen's crazy ramblings and I a crazy, fevered an who is saying small bits of wisdom that I can relate to somehow.
I fucking hate those ducks.