brainstorm:
Clearly we must initiate a campaign to get JC nominated for -- wait for it -- Best Original Song for the Oscars. This must happen because it would accomplish the twin goals of:
(1) Getting JC in a public place in formalwear, possibly a tux,
and
(2) Possibly motivating JC to trim his 'do. Which I love! For my love for JC and his hair is unconditional. It's just that there are some squalls in the sea of my unconditional love whenever his hair gets dangerously mullet-esque, and I think the Oscars could motivate JC to go in for some maintenance that could keep him away from mullet territory for a bit.
and! Forgot this when I started writing this entry, but how could I forget? The third (triplet?) goal of:
(3) Seeing a live performance!
Come on. It Must Happen! What would Drumline have been without Blowing Me Up (With Her Love)? Didn't its thirty-second appearance advance the storyline immeasurably? "Come on baby/don't ignore me/I know what you're/feeling for me" -- doesn't that cut to the heart of the film much in the way the lyrics to "My Heart Will Go On" did Titanic? And yes, I did put in those line breaks completely randomly. Because I Have That Kind of Power (or at least I do within the confines of my LJ). And, also, I Do Not Have The Actual Song Lyrics On Hand.
And now I'm off to type up a deposition memo with BMU(WHL) in my head. Fingers crossed that there aren't random interjections of people imploring other people to get naughty with them, or praising the sexy way they back into one another, or how any one of them is like disco lights on a Friday night or any other light fixture.
Off to party with the dictaphone...
(1) Getting JC in a public place in formalwear, possibly a tux,
and
(2) Possibly motivating JC to trim his 'do. Which I love! For my love for JC and his hair is unconditional. It's just that there are some squalls in the sea of my unconditional love whenever his hair gets dangerously mullet-esque, and I think the Oscars could motivate JC to go in for some maintenance that could keep him away from mullet territory for a bit.
and! Forgot this when I started writing this entry, but how could I forget? The third (triplet?) goal of:
(3) Seeing a live performance!
Come on. It Must Happen! What would Drumline have been without Blowing Me Up (With Her Love)? Didn't its thirty-second appearance advance the storyline immeasurably? "Come on baby/don't ignore me/I know what you're/feeling for me" -- doesn't that cut to the heart of the film much in the way the lyrics to "My Heart Will Go On" did Titanic? And yes, I did put in those line breaks completely randomly. Because I Have That Kind of Power (or at least I do within the confines of my LJ). And, also, I Do Not Have The Actual Song Lyrics On Hand.
And now I'm off to type up a deposition memo with BMU(WHL) in my head. Fingers crossed that there aren't random interjections of people imploring other people to get naughty with them, or praising the sexy way they back into one another, or how any one of them is like disco lights on a Friday night or any other light fixture.
Off to party with the dictaphone...