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This is how Bush describes his latest nominee for the Supreme Court. I was at the gym listening to music and working out when I saw Bush announcing this on the news this morning; I guess the lack of verbal input made me notice this more, but he has the wierdest body language. He was looking at her like he was going to launch himself at her neck. I think his mock Southern courtliness needs a little honing - he looks downright predatory. Anyway, with this nomination he gets to reward loyalty and appoint a 'minority' at the same time.
Anyway, I started thinking - if I met Dubya in a bar, and he was just a guy, and I could completely expunge my opinion of him, what would I think of him? And I think I would think that he was sort of cute but totally not my type because his face is just sort of unimaginative, and his eyes are too close together. Plus, and I hate to say this, he looks like he should drink. He looks like his eyes should be slightly unfocused, and that he should be swaying gently.
I love this story: the lowly thrash-metal playing cobbler who marries into Ukraine's political elite. The bride's mother is beautiful and controversial, and I believe, unemployed these days. I think Sean Carr looks too exotic to come from prosaic old Leeds. He looks like he should be Ukrainian or Moldavian or Slovakian, and has a sort of sexy gypsy vibe. The whole thing is just like a modern day fairy tale.
Work is reminding me these days that I am basically extremely shy and uncomfortable talking in front of people. I forget this, because I'm lucky enough to know people who are tolerant of my shyness, and I avoid stressful social situations. But I'm determined to stretch myself, as yucky as it is to me because I think shyness really is kind of self-centred. It does make me want to come home and have a stiff drink though.