Fuck You Mercury Retrograde
(this very special fuck you offer is good for August 9th thru Sept. 2nd)
Things that have malfunctioned this retrograde:
My computer
My laptop
My computer at work
My alarm clock
My Site Meter
My Blogger (the publishing side. Any of you guys getting a crapload of error messages too?)
My vibrator
My car CD adapter
My CD burner
My IPod
My company’s telephone system
My attention span
This has been a BAD one.
By the way, what is with me and catching people have sex? I went to Venice Beach yesterday and there was this trashy middle-aged Hispanic couple just going at it missionary style in the middle of the beach. Nevermind all the kids running around nearby. Account of my Venice Beach excursion to come.
I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY!!!!
Girls, girls, girls. And I know you’re girls because gay boys have standards.
Why are you arriving at my site by searching “Zach Braff Shirtless” on google? Do you REALLY want to see Zach Braff shirtless? Seriously. Let me give you a moment to think about that and gather your shame.
This story is morbid, but still, I giggled.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/5693657/
This site is really entertaining:
http://www.defamer.com/
It combines my favorite internet people (psycho)-watching activity – Craig’s List Missed Connections – with celebrity gossip/rants.
Hey Whit, read the Zach Braff post…
Remember when we saw him on that Scrubs panel at the Museum of Radio/Television a few years ago? Remember when he told that story about nurses stopping him at a restaurant and saying they were really big fans of the show, and then the other people on the panel made fun of him by saying that he just told that story so he could mention starstruck nurses? I remember thinking, this is a guy who will totally turn slutty when fame gets him what he can get.
Well, more power to him. Love the art, not the artist.
As a supplementary note, I saw Michael Moore this weekend. I was sitting on a lawn people-watching and he and another guy were walking by, deep in conversation. At first, I didn’t recognize him. I glanced over and saw a sloppy fat guy in a hat and glasses and my first thought was (I swear to God), “That guy looks perverted.” Then I suddenly realized who he was and as he walked by, I noticed that he was grotesquely fat (he was wearing sweatpants). He looked like the kind of guy that a girl out alone would steer clear of and avoid conversation with at all costs.
Again, it doesn’t take away from his brilliance or my admiration of his determination and focus in his films. But it just reminds me that it’s important, in how we view all people, to separate what they create and accomplish (as well as our admiration of those things) with the people themselves. Confusing these things is a tragic setup for unnecessary and unfair disillusionment and disappointment.