One more thing about Wonderland

John Mayer is all "If you have any big plans, break them". But hold on one sec. If it's my body that is the Wonderland, then what's he doing telling me to break MY big plans? Look man, if I am planning to go to Disneyworld all day I don't phone up the theme park and tell them to break their plans because I'ze coming over. Aight? Besides I am super busy anyway, between being the wonderland and Justin Timberlake wanting to rock my body. These celebrities, man, everything has to revolve around them!

I do not know why...

but that goddammed John Mayer Wonderland song overwhelms me with sadness.
I cannot listen to it, and I definitely can't watch the video, which makes me feel even worse.

I do not know why.

And so what are you going to do about it, motherfucker!?

That post--this one really is a perfect example of what is wrong with 'bloggin'. Because who really cares what some chick on the internet thinks about a g-dam song. And here I am, all busy writing about it, like it's super important that I get it down on paper so the people can read about it. Is it even possible to get one's head any further up one's ass than that?

But the truth is, that in a way it's a bit like this-- when I was a teenager I had a real super babe best friend. She was blonde, tall, very pretty, a model and plus she was a slutty dresser. That, my friends is an unbeatable combination. So there I was, truly a pretty girl in her own right, but totally overshadowed by superbabe in a bustier and a mini skirt. Next to her I could have walked down the street lifting my sweater ovwer my head, baring breasts and no one would have even noticed me.

And that is how it is on the internet. Your little weblog--no one even notices.

Look I have my shirt over my head as I write.

NASA and Co.

Why, why, why does everyone feel they have to "reinvent the wheel"? Why!? Beacuse of human arrogance, is that why!? Or is it perhaps because of the cold war, with the Ruskies? I do not know, but I do know this--it is wasteful.

Case in point: I see NASA is planning some missions to Mars. And, in their plans I see they have all these new sketches for rocket ships that will carry them to outer space. Mainly they all look like the moon rocket, just turned on its side and with like a Star choice or Bell Expressvue direct tv satellite dish on the side. I would think the astronauts would have more to do than watch satellite tv while abord a space craft, but then I read the trip was like 4 months long so then I could understand it. Anyway, the rocket they show that they are going to build to take cosmonauts into outer space is, I feel, a flagrant waste of taxpayer money because the Enterprise a) already exists and b) can go super fast so I doubt it would take more than an hour or so to get to Mars at warp 7 or 8. (That right there would save at the very least the cost of the Direct tv satellite installation, which can run you into the hundreds). But, you know at NASA they are all "We're NASA, we have to do this ourselves, with our fancy science and engineering degrees, and our big, NASA budget, and so we can't just rely on Hollywood."

Or perhaps it is more a matter of it being one of those things that "they" don't want you to know about. Which, again, is so stupid because there are already like five or six Star Trek movies out, all featuring The Enterprise, and I think there's a tv show as well, with that time traveller fellow, Mr. Scotty Bacula, so I really don't see how they think they could keep it a secret. But this is so typical of the arrogance of NASA. Really, why don't they just change their name to BIGBABYA--it would be more fitting!

My Gym is So Loser

It's a Curves gym and the women there, some of them I swear are octogenarians. They are on those lil jog in place recovery stations (bewteen resistance machines) like they are the lady version of Tim Conway as old man.

So there I am, looking at this lady thinking, Jesus lady, the way you are working you'd get more exercise unloading your washing machine, and then I notice her step off the recovery station so she could assist her elderly mother. Now that is a loser gym. I mean you are there , "workin' out" with seniors, possibly some WWI vets, I do not know, but a couple opf them had that spunky Rudy from Survivor vibe going.

Still thinking of American Idol, and wondering

Did someone once say, perhaps someone with a lot of "cred" a stylist, or maybe Oprah's decorator, Mr. Nate Berkowitz, but anyway did someone say to Paula Abdul "Paula, you look so fabulous in fedoras! Especially when they are brightly colored and placed on your head, askew.

I do wonder because it seems odd that a person would wear so many hats. Unless she is recovering from some kind of head surgery. Then I could see it. Yah, anyway, that's all I got. Have a great day, people!

If Clay Aiken was invisible, he would just watch you in your room. Clay, couple of questions...

What exactly would you be watching? Would you be watching her undressing Clay? is that the truth? And would you be doing anything in particular while you were watching, since you were invisible and all?

Call me a fuddy duddy, but I just find that song creepy!