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|| November 30, 2007 || 9:13 pm || Comments (0) ||

Even my people’s people have Big Personalitiestm!

MISS APRIL LOVE:

“Here it is…picture it.

“Seth and Summer bring home a group of homeless people for Thanksgiving. Kirsten, Seth’s mom, says that they have to keep these people occupied. My Seth says to these homeless folks, “Who has not seen Season 1 of Battlestar Gallactica?” All that, AND he works at a comic book store. I love him.”

MS. JETT SUPERIOR:

“Erm, we love him. Der.”

 
|| November 29, 2007 || 11:24 pm || Comments (0) ||

What a fun little read!

THE RESPONSIBLE PARENT’S GUIDE TO HEALTHY MOOD-BOOSTERS FOR ALL THE FAMILY

Hell, folks…the title alone is worth the price of admission.

 
|| November 28, 2007 || 11:40 pm || Comments (0) ||

Some things you just never grow tired of.

Like my boyfriend Wayne Brady hanging out with Dave Chappelle. Or Bob Seger songs.

Also, Self-Awareness Ephiphany-Thingiestm: Tonight I realized that it typically takes some mighty big stuff to devastate me, but the littlest things will encourage me. It’s been quite awhile since I’ve realized something about myself that ultimately weighs out as a positive.

Lili met me at the door with a big, spontaneous hug this evening. This, you people, is tantamount to her vaulting the Grand Canyon with only a pole and her bare wits. Picture with me her little blocky, stubby-legged seven-years-old body flying through the open air. You dig?

And this gestation, as it were, only took roughly nine months and two weeks. How fitting.

 
|| November 27, 2007 || 3:22 pm || Comments (0) ||

(dare you not to dance)

The Rumble Strips – Girls and Boys in Love

…and if you’re anything like me, there will be tiny bits of flesh on there that look like they desperately need kissing.

 
|| November 26, 2007 || 9:25 pm || Comments (0) ||

Quick, somebody work the brakes.

I’m not big on television viewing for the most part, but there are a couple of shows I watch with a fair regularity. One of these I want to be horribly ashamed to admit to, but I can’t bring myself to the point of emotional flagellation over this shlock, this particular bit of garbage I suck into my brain.

Yes, boys and girls, I speak of I Love New York 2 (or EnnWhyDeuce, as those in the know* chance to call it). It makes me hoot and holler and nearly Maybe Pee Just A Little. I imagine –in my own little delightful way– that most of it is loosely scripted, but the producers throw her a curveball every now and again to pull everything down closer to actual reality. Just to gauge her reactions, you know, to somewhat inject a baser sense of humanity in there. Part of the amusement for me lies in the campiness of it all; the other part lies in trying to discern those actual, nearly-for-real moments from the blatant charlatanry (I have visions of someone in the background aping it up and hollering, “Circussy, WE NEED TO MAKE IT MORE CIRCUSSY ALTOGHETHER! Give me MORRRRE!”).

So, ultimately what I’m saying is that I don’t take it too terribly seriously. It’s supposed to be ignorant, for ham and hell. I get that, like, to the nth degree.

Tonight, though….tonight what I saw did not amuse me in the slightest. The closer the show came to a close, the more and more agitated I became. Some people watch this, I thought to myself, and actually do believe it to be real. And it didn’t seem to me to be quite as funny anymore, because there were men and women out there watching that probably will be influenced by it on some level.

And just let me tell you, Mighty Muffinasses, the pussification of the American male is in no way entertaining or an attractive concept to me. Fuck that noise.

*me, and whoever just read that

 
|| November 21, 2007 || 5:02 pm || Comments (0) ||

infuriatingly disgusting on SO many levels

sonofaBITCH.

 
|| November 21, 2007 || 10:22 am || Comments (5) ||

and don’t you google it, either!

So Tess and I are famous for thinking up impromptu games. Just now I did a quick medley of songs containing the phrase, “Blame it on” and Tess –fabulously brilliant as she is– caught on and fell right in.

We got stumped round about song number six.

We were wondering, how many songs can y’all suggest to us with that particular phrase in it?