The Mad Madam M showed me a fabulous library-style remake of those Old Spice commercials we all know and love. I laughed.

So, this was the last night of RT, we were all exhausted, and so it sounded good at the time to sing “Do You Take It” by The Wet Spots. The travel writer who was there–Rolf Potts–pulled out his camera.

This is not work or child-safe. Also, we are not going to be contenders on American Idol any time soon. You’ve been warned.

I’ve mentioned that I’m half-English, right? Okay, so that means I was raised on the idea that 1) Soccer = Football and what we call “football” in the US is really just “American Football” 2) Soccer/Football is awesome 3) The World Cup every 4 years is worth living and dying for.

I’m not so convinced on that last one, but I do follow the World Cup a bit, and Dr. Revolution at work is Argentinian, so she’s obsessed, so I’m paying more attention this year than usual. I am, of course, rooting for England. The Mad Madam M is an England fan, too, since she lived there for a year.

I’ve added a World Cup widget to the side bar of the blog, so the action remains ongoing. Fun times!

Go England!

This bit of hilarity brought to you by the Mad Madam M.

Can’t. Stop. Laughing.

Loved it! My inner history nerd had a little geekgasm.

I’m sort of in love with Jackson Pearce for doing this video…

Also, I love that her name is Jackson.

Thanks to Shelli Stevens who nominated me for the Bald Faced Liar game! How does this work? I’ve posted seven statements about myself below. At least one is true and all the rest are lies. Anyone want to take a guess on which is true?

I’m supposed to tagged a few bloggers of my own, but I’m just going to say if you want to do it, you can take up the challenge! Tag, you’re it!

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1. I write inspirational romance.
2. I’m flat-chested and have never had to wear a bra in my life.
3. I’m f*cking Ben Affleck. (Because Shelli is f*cking Matt Damon)
4. I almost sold my cousin to a brothel in Mexico.
5. All my friends are younger than me.
6. I’m reading a book about Gustave Flaubert and his favorite prostitutes in Cairo.
7. I have a fetish for clowns.

R.G. Alexander mentioned these college guys doing an acapella version Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance.” Too funny not to share!

Apparently, I’m the last one to know that Avatar was a gorgeous movie. The story wasn’t the best in the world, but they managed to draw me in, because I was on the edge of my seat. The first fifteen or twenty minutes weren’t as fabulous, but once they had the lead guy out into the wild, I was sold.

I may need to go again while it’s still in theaters. It was so worth the price of admission to see it on the big screen. When it comes out on DVD–it’s mine. Mine, mine, mine!

Copy edits have landed on my doorstep for my November book, Primal Heat. I forgot how long and intense this book is. Time to strap in an get it done, but it’s going to take a few days. Then I’m heading out of town for a conference, where I will also get to see my grandparents and M’s parents. I love getting visitation time in when I have to travel for work. Makes it all shiny and awesome.

Anywho, all that means it’s going to be quiet on the blog until I resurface on Sunday.

Something to keep you entertained while I’m away!