Nothing Important

OK, so I haven't been so good about keeping up my blog. Blame it on Massachusetts. Once the play ended, I went straight into FY '07 budget mode. As we speak, the House has recessed from budget debates so many of them can attend calling hours for Constance Scaccia, Rep. Angelo Scaccia's mother. So, I have a bit of free time until tomorrow morning.

Problem is, I have no deep thoughts or humorous tidbits to writa about. No worries; I'll just write about something unimportant. Friends will be delighted to know that my new celebrity crush is of age. Unlike the nearly legal Rupert Grint and the barely legal Emile Hirsch, my latest obsession for 30-year-old Kal Penn is perfectly respectable. I was smitten the instant I saw his tour de force performance in Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle.

It does bring up a deep question though ... what is my attraction to the young boys? Is it their hairless chests and jaw lines? Is it their relative inexperience, which then makes my 20 years of activity seem somehow cosmopolitan? Or perhaps it's just in my blood? After all, my dad is younger than my mom, my grandpa was younger than my Nana, and her current life partner, for whom my daughter was named, is 20 years her junior. Over the years, I've come to chalk-up my eccentricities more to nature than to nurture. Is this my fatal flaw? Well, there are worse ways to go.

Speaking of which, let's talk about sex offender registries. Last week, a young man killed two men from the list after finding their addresses on Maine's database. The Supreme Court says that one's inclusion on a sex offender registry is not an additional punishment for a single crime, and therefore, not a violation of the Fifth Amendment's Double Jeopardy Clause. Seems that these shootings prove otherwise. What is the registry if not a license to hunt? Some will argue that it is a safety mechanism. How? Does knowing a convicted sex offender lives in your community make you safer? Of course not. It's the ILLUSION of safety. Even if knowing this convinces you to keep your child away from the noted person or to move to a different community, logic certainly does not follow that there are not other as-yet-undetected sex offenders living next door, teaching at your child's school, coaching your child's little league team, or taking your child's confession for Christ's sake. Hell, who's to say a dangerous molester isn't living under your very roof. Statistically, these are the people most likely to harm your child. So, my lesson for the day ... TALK TO STRANGERS!!

Enough seriouslness for today. Let's end with a funny little timewaster. Don't you wish you had lager breasts? Check them all out for a laugh.