Friday, January 30, 2004

Jay Leno and George Clooney!

I love 'em, but side by side they are like two bobble head dolls, all a twitchin' and a head bouncin'. Think about it! It's the truth!

Suffering, shmuffering

I am watching tv right now, CNN as a matter of fact and Paula Zahn is asking this mountaineering accident survivor how he managed to endure the pain of his broken leg. And he is all, "hmm, I do not know. I do not know how I endured the pain!"

But the unasked question is what goddam choice did the guy have? There's really no big mystery about how he survived the pain--he simply didn't have a choice.

When I was a girl my mother died. It was horrific. In some ways, at some times, it still is. When I was younger, a teenager, and people would find out that my mom died, girls would invariably say "Oh, I couldn't stand that. I would die if anything happened to my mom"

I am sure that if the tables were turned that I would say the very same thing. I loved my mom as much as any little girl loves her mom, maybe more (I had a really great mom for the time I had her).

But my point is, I survived it. I did not die, and I survived it again, not because of the indominable human spirit, or because of "spunkiness", or some amazing will to live. I survived it simply because I didn't have a choice.

Stop asking that question--how did you survive it? it's nothing but a meaningless question, that demands a dishonest answer.

Tuesday, January 20, 2004

Mad Cow Disease

Look, why aren't these feed producers and cattle ranchers and whoever the fucking hell else thought it was a good idea to feed goddam ground up, inedible pig, sheep and fucking COW parts to COWS, brought up on criminal charges? We have known about mad cow disease for some time now--we've witnessed the effects of that CJ in British victims, we know and have known for a while that this kind of feed is (not only morally reprehensible and really, really creepy, but also) extremely dangerous.

I can appreciate the fucking greedy bastards fevered desire to make mo' money, mo' money, but for Christ's sake, this is beyond the pale. These people need to pay for being so reckless with other people's health, just so they can make a few extra bucks.

God, people depress me. They really do.

Sunday, January 11, 2004

I finally saw that first Lord of the Rings movie...

and, um, I fell asleep. I started to lose interest after the narrator recited the 4th generation of goddam hobbits, like "and Jezabah behest foribund". I just have one question for you Lord of the Rings fans...WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE SMOKIN'? My neighbour lent me part two as well--and guess what...I am not going to watch it. This is heresy to you people I know, but seriously, I do not understand the appeal. I found the movie, that as I recall was hailed as one of the best movies of the year, like a sleep potion. Do people really find all that "The hobbits are not ordinarily as powerful as the goblins, unless a hobbit happens upon an enchanted amulet, (that he finds in the stump of a thousand year old tree) in which case it increases his powers by a factor or 4" interesting?. It's like sushi to me. The whole time I am seeing all these rave reviews and thinking, okay, let's give this a try, it's going to be so great, and then you do and you get all Nigel Tuffnel..."Is this a fucking joke?" Sushi does not taste good and for a long time I thought people were only pretending to like it, and now I feel the same about the Lord of the Rings.

Tuesday, January 06, 2004

Is it just me..

or does anyone else feel uneasy when they see that cRaZy uPpEr/lOweRcAsE type?