i'm building a beautiful statue

so i was just sitting around last night, minding my business, watching the greatest show on earth, when this dude popped up.

when they showed him on screen, my brain kind of froze...did a 'say whaaaaaat'?! double take, and then kicked into high gear. oh, the sad day has come where once cheesy reality shows have become a platform for struggling artists to do shameless self promotion. yeah. like camryn manheim likes american idol. oh wait. she most likely does...cause ai is awesome. however, i am hardpressed to believe that a former monkey would even know who ryan seacrest is - even if he was dressed in a bright pink leotard and spanking him on the bottom. (it could happen. in fact, i propose a scientific experiment where davy jones is forced to pick ryan seacrest - dressed in said leotard and spanking davy - out of a line up of other men...just to prove my point)

in other news, i have finally begun to think about the process of moving in six weeks. and by starting to think about it, i really mean i have finally realized that i have to start thinking about it. if that makes any sense. i'm still holding out for someone to invent a button where i can push it and be magically transported to my new destination. oh wait! someone did invent that. i guess what i really need is for someone to invent a button that turns tv into reality, where i can transport into star trek, and then use their teleporter. it all seems so simple on paper.

not too much else to say, other than i left work for an hour today to buy sam roberts tickets. yeah, because i love sam roberts. however unrequited my love for him is, i will not give up hope that perhaps one day i will run into him in a bar, serve him up a giant roofie, take him as my prisoner of love, and make him sing 'the canadian dream' for me over...and over...and over...and over...and over...

muhhwwwaaaa.