WHEEEE. I got Tom Cruise in the mail today. No, not the celebrity scientologist guy, the Ill Lit album. Duh. My love for Ill Lit continues to grow with each listen. In case you’re completely computer-illiterate (Ill Lit-erate, ha!), all you have to do is click right here.

Mac Powell sounds a little like Eddie Vedder to me.

Fiona Apple looks like Angelina Jolie’s sister. I think I should listen to her more, I’d decided.

My oyster shell wound on my thumb is healing quite nicely, thanks to generic Neosporin. “Triple antibiotic ointment,” I think Equate calls it. I call it a winner. I only mention that because I like the phrase “oyster shell” and I probably only like “oyster shell” because of Prufrock. You understand.

October sixth (two weeks from today) is the release of The Departed. Scorcese, DiCaprio, Damon, Nicholson (eh), Wahlberg, etc. You’ll find me there. Find the trailer here.

Here’s something I found exciting. Last night was a combination of epiphanies and questions. Mostly things like, “Well, God, if ____ and ____, then why ____?” and similar statements of frustration. It was, “Dear God, Please fix this. Thank you. Love, me.” Then, right before bed, He responded with a blatant: “Dear, Rebecca, Here is your answer. Didn’t you already know? Love, Me.”

Good, good.

New Killers comes out a week from Tuesday on October second.

Did everyone catch the new Grey’s? I’m ready for next week already. To be honest, I feel a little unsatisfied about it. And the premiere of 6 Degrees was better than I’d expected. Not to mention, I didn’t know Jay Hernandez would be on it. Tune me in for it next week.
Unless I have to choose between that and ER. Then Jay takes a backseat to my old County General pals. Luckily someone, somewhere invented the VCR.
So did they change the theme music of ER or was this a one-time special thing? Because if they changed it, prepare to hear me ranting about nothing but that for the next two years. I’m still pissed off about the altered L&O theme music from the short-lived Trial by Jury. Bitches and hos.

Alright. That’s all for now.

Peace, love, and Tom Cruise for everyone.