I do try and control my often ruthless cynicism; I really do. Barack Obama certainly helped.

But I draw the line at watching, and definitely singing along to, Mamma Mia.

The phrase "it's not really my thing" doesn't even begin to cover it.

Never again will we stand ( Read more... )

...and so it begins.

Nearly.

(My Dad's offered to give me a lift home after my exam tomorrow afternoon, just so I can be back in time to see him take the oath. He is lovely for accommodating my nearly three-year obsession with this election. EEEE!)

I did try and embed that video, but the Daily Show website is being a total arse again.ETA: Bugger ( Read more... )

Knowing only a tiny, weeny amount about the books, and even less about the film, I watched Twilight. Interesting experience.

( Twilight, Ben Okri, and Barack Obama. )

Proof that I am far too easily amused; when you put Dreams From My Father and The Audacity of Hope into the till at work, because they're buy-one-get-one-free at the moment, it comes up on the computer as this:

BOGOFOBAMA.

Hee!

...oh dear.

I MEANT TO STAY UP ALL NIGHT! Honestly, I did ( Read more... )