First of all, why is it possible to change the date and time you post your blog? That's weird. This isn't a legal document or anything. What does it matter if you post at 3 am on Tuesday or if you post at 12 noon on Friday? Creepy.
Anyway, there's this movie out right now with Diane "Bland" Lane and Richard "Overrated" Gere. From the commercials, I'm deducing it takes place at some beach house in San Francisco and they spend time sighing, smiling, making cheesy innuendo, making out, having a little spat, then wandering off into the surf as the sun sets in the background. LLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEE.
Who makes this shit? Who spends money to produce this tripe? Who watches this? Gag me.
Mr. Buffie says people probably like them because Richard Gere is still "good looking" for his age. To quote him, "At least his face hasn't fallen off his head."
Squishy romance movies (the few I've seen anyway) aren't particularly funny, not necessarily well-acted, not suspenseful, not exciting, not anything. They're a piece of stale white bread.
Everyone talks about Ghost (remember that dreadful flick). Ohhh, it was sooo romantic. Ohhhh, Patrick Swishy. Ohhh, it was so hot. Swoon. Swoon. Sigh. The best thing about that movie was the crazy psychic lady part played by that woman with no eyebrows... Whoopie.
... Mmm... Uhh. Ohkay, so maybe that might have been the only "romantic" movie I've actually seen all the way through. So? If that's the best there is to offer, and a lot of people insist it is, then -barf-. No thanks.
Pauly Shore may not be everyone's taste and his movies are not the most productive way to spend one's time, but at least they make most people grin like an idiot. Empty calories can be good for the soul. Screw chicken soup.
On to other things.
There's this weird mo-fo who buys space in local KC papers and writes these wacko rants about squirrels living under his hat and they whisper in his ears at night. They tell him things about local politics and conspiracy strangeness, apparently. Then at random moments during these several-paragraph-long episodes of babbling, he will say something like "For the best stump removal this side of the Mississippi, call Edgar at XXX-XXXX".
Is that what LSD does to you when you get older?
His name is Skip Sleez-something. I dunno. Google him. I bet someone has said something about him before. He probably has his own hat-dwelling-woodland-critter-babble website at this point.
I hear he's filthy rich, but that he lives in an apartment above an old mini-storage building with abandoned cars all around it or something like that.
Speaking of hearing things about people---
I saw that Clay Aiken is "coming out". Like is that really necessary? Do I have to "come out" as a fat woman? Because that would be the exact same thing. People would look at me and say "duh, we already knew that". So Clay, good for you and everything, but ... duh, we already knew that.
Sorry I haven't been around a whole lot lately. I started playing water volley ball with a group of senior citizens 3 nights a week.
No. I'm genuinely not kidding.
Stop judging. They're wonderful people and it's fun. It's a good way to keep me strong and flexible. Some of the ladies don't like to get their hair wet and some of the other ladies kind of cheat and spike the ball because they know the ones who maintain dry hair won't dive for the save. I'm telling you, they don't just sit around in rocking chairs and bake cookies on Sunday. These chicks have a wee bit of attitude.
Moving right along.
I returned to Wal-Mart tonight and managed to go inside.
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Tuesday nights aren't so bad. It wasn't as crowded as a Saturday. But it was still bursting at the seams with creepies. Maybe I'm a creepy, too. I don't know. What I do know is that if there is something you need down a particular aisle and you know exactly where it is, that is when you will get behind the slowest walking party of 13 in the whole store. It will consist of one mom under age 22. At least 3 kids still in diapers. One auntie or grandma wearing high-waisted jeans, plain white Keds knock offs, and a teddy bear t-shirt.
Seriously, people are just oblivious. It must have something to do with mob mentality of sorts. Everyone dreads being there so badly that when they walk through the doors, their heads instantly go up their asses and they're swallowed up in a fog. They wander aimlessly with their carts, like a highway full of drivers all drinking, texting, smoking, and eating at the same time but in slow motion.
At least 3 or 4 times, I was nearly hit head-on by an oncoming cart driver who was looking every direction except the one in which they were walking.
IDIOTS!
In comparison to the parking lot, I would say one is less likely to get seriously injured INSIDE the store, but one is still just as susceptible to being driven upon, albeit by a cart as opposed to an automobile.
In case anyone is wondering, I am overflowing with rants and complaints about Sarah Palin's hypocrisy, Obama's iffy voting record, McCain's abundance of wealth, the AIG "crisis" and our government's nearly $2 TRILLION dollar bailout for the AIG failure as well as the housing market, Lehman Brothers, etc. $2 Trillion dollars of TAX PAYER MONEY. Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to privatize the profit but socialize the debt? Fuck that!!!
Are you people in DC listening to me? I write you letters all the time! I'm sick of your shit!!! Stop making bad decisions that make it harder for me to pay my bills!!!!
Local government people, I know you hear me... if you want to make it to The Hill, don't lose your ethics (if you have any) along the way. Remember we put you there and we will take you out.
To the rest of you --- VOTE!!!! Don't just vote on a single issue either. Get your ass in gear and do some reading. Turn off the TV. Put down the newspaper. Visit VoteSmart.org, visit their individual websites and know what they're really about.
Don't forget, if you're voting for someone because they want to smother the rights of others (for example those who are against gay rights or religious freedom); those same people will eventually turn on YOU too. A vote for freedom and equality for a person you may not necessarily like is STILL a vote for freedom and equality.
Wow. I wasn't expecting to get all preachy. Me so sorry. Won't happen again.
Watch for fall trends. I predict lots of jewel tones in fine gauge knits. Long A-line tunics, a revist to smocking and pin-tucks. The skinny jean silhouette will start showing up in cotton blend slacks, but leggings will be on the way out. Look for a major explosion in boots. Flat boots, heeled boots, leather, suede, patent, fringe, buckles, plain, knee high, short top... Boots galore. I think chunky jewelry is going to continue to stick around a while longer, and we will be wearing a little more of it. Handbags are going to sizzle in shimmery fabrics and metallic materials. Big bags are back, so make sure you're doing extra curls in the gym. Make up is going to be colorful, clean and blended. Deep rose tones on the eyes, neutral cheeks, liquid eyeliner, and a tawny lip. Extensions are out. Mia Farrow short is in.
Ohkay, gotta go.
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