The God I believe in isn't short of cash

This rousing morning sing-along is accompanied by a big shout out to Lt. General William Boykin, who would like to remind us all that he is "neither a zealot nor an extremist".

My God's bigger than your God!
My God's bigger than yours!
My God's bigger 'cuz he gets Kenn'l Rations!
My God's bigger than yours!

As a note to my friends of the Christianic persuasion who read my journal, this is not an ad hominem attack on the church. This is an ad hominem attack on William Bloody Boykin. G-Bu, can you please put a leash on your morons before even Tony Blair is forced to admit that he hates the United States?

That is all. Please return to your regularly scheduled recreational activities.

So tell me, who are you?

Tonight's review: Identity.
I'm not going to talk a lot about it because not knowing is part of the fun.
It's John Cusak so of course I liked it. But there were other reasons to enjoy it too. It's like Agatha Christie shooting up heroin and listening to the latest System of a Down album. Strong echoes of Ten Little Indians (perhaps occasionally too strong) as a group of people who are more closely linked than they might suspect are thrown together under unusual circumstances.
I was pleased with the performances, and found myself honestly anxious and moving toward the edge of my seat frequently during the film. The twist was nicely done and made me say "Oh!"
However, as is so often the case, the ending fell flat. I was disappointed not only with the fact that the wrap up was predictible but that it felt like I went from watching a suspenseful drama to watching the closing scene of a Friday the 13th movie.
I still give it four enthusiastic wags, four and a half if you just turn it off at the point where the girl drives off in the pick up truck.

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Oh yeah, the other thing that happened today. I managed to arrange a forty hour work week at least through November, and it looks like I can do the same for December if I have the slightest interest.
Many of you know how surly and not happy I was over going from forty to thirty-eight to thirty-two hours because of the whole paying rent and buying groceries bull shit I seem to have grown accustomed to doing.
This will relieve a great deal of the pressure I was feeling and with luck will result in fewer nights of lying in bed wide awake staring at the ceiling and crying because I had no idea how I was going to come close to paying my bills.
Go me.