The Simple Answer to the Debt Crisis

I have the solution to the US debt crisis and pretty much to everything else.

People are happy to buy tickets to the movies. We heard about how the final Harry Potter film grossed almost $300M in its opening weekend alone.

So what I propose is this - have everyone who bought a ticket to that film buy a "ticket" to the stability of the economy. Right there, $300M will be raised in a single weekend. Then I propose that anyone who bought a ticket to any of the top 10 grossing films of the past weekend buy a "ticket". Now we're talking $1B in "sales" in a single weekend. Then take that money and put it towards the national debt.

Now of course the first thought that will cross people's minds is "Why should *I* pay for the idiocy of the government?"

Well the answer is you're already paying, it's in the form of economic collapse which could (and probably will) result in losing your job again and losing your house again and losing your will to live *again*.

People piss away the cost of a movie ticket on a daily basis. I say harness that power. I would rather buy a ticket to economic stability than to see the Harry Potter film. And when the economy is finally stabilized, I will still have a job and a home and then I can go see HP as many times as I want.

I would pass an iron clad law that the money raised in economic ticket sales be used solely to pay down the national debt. Nobody can make a dime off it. No overhead costs and no bullshit bureaucracy.

When the ticket is purchased, that money goes directly to the Treasury. The end. All banks will participate and not charge any transaction fees to move money from the citizens to the Treasury.

Then the Treasury pays it out to its creditors. Done.

I'm not saying we pay down the entire gazillion dollars owed, I'm saying we pay it down just enough that the government can get its head out of its ass long enough to get the economy back on solid footing. Oh and in that law, they can't build ticket sales into the budget. It won't ever be a source of revenue. That's what taxes are for.

If you like this idea, feel free to pass it around. Who knows, maybe we can save our economy one movie ticket at a time.

Now What?

* Find soulmate. Check.

* Move in together. Check.

* Get engaged. Check.

* Get married. Check.

* Go on honeymoon. Check.

Seriously, I don't remember much of the wedding. A few key moments here and there.  In my mind's eye I woke up, took a shower, went to the hall (which was a complete fucking disaster that almost ruined everything), went to get my hair done, and then whammo, I was eating my dinner with a shiny new ring on my finger and everyone kept saying how happy they are for us.

I do not remember the expression on The Comedian's face as I came down the aisle.  I do not remember the reading that one of his groomsmen did during the ceremony.  I do not remember saying my vows.  I vaguely remember the ring exchange and I kind of remember signing the registry.

This is why having a videographer is essential. It's not for the memories, it's for proof that the wedding actually took place!

I do remember the church was hotter than an oven. I feel that was my mother's way of letting us know she was there watching over everything.  She was probably laughing as all of us were dripping in sweat.  That'll teach us for not going to church every week.

I've been back at work for a few days now and life is normal again. But I feel like I'm missing something. Or I've missed something? Or something has gone missing?

Apparently there's such a thing as post nuptial depression.  I doubt that's what I'm experiencing, but I am feeling a bit lost.

Maybe I should just start working on making babies. :)

Long Live The King

Here are my very favourite pictures from our honeymoon in Memphis.  I could have spent another week soaking up everything Elvis. I was in absolute heaven!  I got to see my favourite singer's city with my favourite guy on earth. :)

This is at Sun Studio where we got to stand on the original studio floor and pose with the actual mic that Elvis used to record "That's Alright Mama".

Here we are at the front door of Graceland.

Me on the front steps. It took The Comedian a few minutes to get a shot where I was pretty much all by myself.  I want to live here!

Inside the front room of the house. This was my favourite of all the rooms we were allowed to see.

The Comedian with Elvis' iconic jumpsuit from the Aloha Hawaii special.

Me on the bed in our room at the Heartbreak Hotel. Sadly this hotel is a total dump. The next time we go, we're planning on staying at the Days Inn which is just down the street.

And here we are on the rooftop of the Peabody Hotel and in the lobby by the fountain. Actually, if we can afford it, we'll stay there the next time instead. It's a grand old 5-star hotel with southern charm just oozing out of every corner.

We brought back quite a haul of souveniers. I think The Comedian was actually a bit surprised at how much stuff I bought.  On our final morning, I stopped into the gift shop one last time just to pick up a keychain and ended up buying another $70 worth of stuff.  LOL.  I warned him before we left I was gonna shop till I dropped.

And the best part about the trip was that we know we travel well together. We spent 16 hours each way in a car together and not once did we fight. We laughed and talked and sang along to our favourite songs and just really enjoyed each other's company.

I gotta pat myself on the back, this time I done good pickin' me a hubby. :D

Mr. & Mrs.

Will Post, Stay Tuned

Dudes, I'm 4 days away from my wedding. And I'm seriously missing my blogging time. Obviously the hours in which I usually tell my tales have been eaten up with all the teeny tiny details that at last count, have added up to a bazillion and three. Those last three are giving me a headache.

At any rate, I've got a bunch of drafts waiting to be finished and posted. So come back in a while and check in.

Oh, I love my dress now, so all is good. Too bad it cost another $300 to get it the way it should have been made to begin with. Alas, that is the nature of the beast that is called a wedding.

Hugs and kisses and slobbers to you all who keep checking in. Next time I post, I'll be Mrs. Comedian!

P.S. When I did the spell check on this post, bazillion came up as a real word. Nice. :)