Bad Bloggers

So Cins and I suck, I admit. Haven't posted in almost a week, and Halloween is fast approaching. What can I say to exonerate myself? Life gets in the way, like it or not, and that is, I admit, a weak ass excuse.

At the moment however I am dog sick, and need to write more on my paper analyzing American foreign policy from 1890 to 1913. I have summed it up mostly as "we'd really like to have that island" but while I would get points for being succinct I don't think I could stretch that over four pages even with a large font.

So instead here I am on the blog; time well managed! At the moment I'm watching Casper: A Spirited New Beginning, from 1998. It is cheesy and silly, but I strangely love it; James Earl Jones is the big green baddie with Paulie Shore as his sniveling toady, Debbie Mazar, Rodney Dangerfield (who actually had a cameo in the theatrically released Casper movie released in 1995 as himself), and Steve Guttenberg as the main character's dad.

I have to say, I love Steve Guttenberg. He's been in a couple of the lower end straight to video holiday movies, and the guy never seems to phone it in, which gives said movies a strange charm. I thought of him when I was on the Tower of Terror at California Adventures, even as I screamed bloody murder. I have a love of cheese ball movies and as a result I will always love this man!

This is a really, really stupid post, I know. I'll apologize and blame this on cold medication and saturating my brain with the Spanish American War and the policies that led up to it. Teddy Roosevelt was quite dashing when he was young.

Yyyyyyyep.