I like the last dying rays of summer. I'm happily watching the Man Whose Arms Exploded and cheating at Harvest Moon by looking up the recipes. Instead of doing anything today, I watched Elvis and Lisa Marie Presley True Hollywood Stories. Personally I think that when the folks involved don't have a career the story is always better. I don't care about how great they were, or how happy they were when Big Blockbuster X got them the Oscar, I want to hear about their downward spiral for crap's sake.

In other news, I bet a lot of white folks think the title of this post is the biggest racial problem in America.