Let's go to sleep.

Christopher Nolan, I love you.

Not in the way I love my husband (so have no fear, dear), but out of true admiration.

You tell the greatest stories. In the greatest ways. And leave my head delightfully spinning.

Yesterday, I watched your latest movie. "Inception." A movie about dreams and the power of dreaming and people who take advantage of that power.

People who can share dreams. Experience the hazy dream world together. Some not even aware that they're dreaming.

After being pulled down the layers of these dreams-within-dreams-within-dreams, I couldn't wait to go to bed. And dream myself.

Perhaps I'll sleep easier from now on. In anticipation of what awaits me once my eyelids close.

Thank you, Guitar Hero.

Tonight, I will have three teenagers in my home.

A girl and two guys. Fifteen, sixteen, and twelve.

A normal person would be scared to death of this scenario. A normal person wouldn't volunteer themselves to this daunting task.

A normal person may not have four Guitar Hero instruments, either.

Bring on the age-driven hormonal rage. It only makes for better rock.

Yummy Awesome is coming to a browser near you.

My good friend (and fellow copywriter) and I are starting a new blog.

www.Yummy Awesome.com

It's presently in it's infancy. As in, not really designed yet. But I'm giving my devoted readers the first look. After all, we're writers. We wrote posts before the damn thing was named.

Basically we're talking shit to "good" food that tastes bad. And admiring "bad" food that tastes good. I believe I've already written a few posts like that on this blog.

Anyway, check out Yummy Awesome. Tell your friends about Yummy Awesome. And then go eat something Yummy Awesome.

What is wrong with all of the women?

I really don't get it. No matter how hard I try I can't understand why Twilight is such a phenomenon. 

It's about a moody, vapid, and dangerously immature teenage girl who can't choose between a sparkly pedophile and a housepet.

She let's the pedophile manipulate her. Let's him tell her she's weaker than him. That only he can protect her. Then he leaves her only to return and tell her the same I-do-it-for-you crap. That follows very closely to the definition of a mentally abusive relationship. 

I hate what these books teach not only young women, but all women. That it's okay to be treated like a little doll, told that we're weak but it's okay because it's so cute, and that we should be okay with puttig ourselves in danger for a crush. Because bones heal and skin regenerates. 

I'm all for a fantasy story. I'm all for love and tales of romance. But I'm not for telling women that it's okay to be the lesser person in a relationship. Because in the end your creepy older boyfriend will marry you and the younger guy you like/d can then date your daughter.

I hope the sun sets on this Twilight crap soon. The proud woman in me is weeping for my lost friends.