My Stupid Pop Culture Reference today is this:
On paper, I think there's something very ironic about this, a life-imitates-art sequence of events in which the girl that we all thought was a good girl gets caught being a bad girl and then decides to try and be a whole new girl by being cast as a bad girl. And because she's a new girl, we give her the chance to be a different kind of good girl. It's a good PR move that worked for Drew Barrymore, Christina Ricci, and Kim Fields (aka "Tootie from 'The Facts of Life'"). Not so much so for Lisa Bonet, Britney, or Jessica Simpson. But then again, who are we to judge. . . especially given that between fistfuls of Snyders peanut butter pretzel sandwiches and "Californification" in the background, I forgot my original point. . . Regardless, peace to Natasha McElhone and Henry Rollins getting a guest appearance in this episode, but I'm not a fan of this new trend of Hollywood-writer-self-cathersis/masturbation, especially the ones where they act aloof and self-hating while getting laid several times each episode.
Rampage showed Saturday night that he's improved his stand-up and wrestling tremendously. Due respect to Chris Reilly for the former. And that's all I'm going to say about that.
Peace to the memory of my great Uncle Jim. I wasn't particularly close to he or his wife, but they were important to to my mom. He was one of her last connections to my grandfather. Now its me, since apparently I resemble them. As for Uncle Jim and Aunt Isabel, they were together for something like 50 or 60 years. Unfathomable in this day and age, but then again, most of their marriage wasn't during this day and age. They'd been suffering from poor health and old age for a long time, but together, they lived off each other. They were each other's "5 Things I Cannot Live Without." We lost her a few months back, and ever since then, Uncle Jim has been ready to go. It's strange to hear about someone talking about wanting to die, while believing that that was the right move. He'd lived far longer as a married man than he didn't, and all he wanted to do was to go be with his wife again. You can't viably argue with that. And now they're together, which is good. Mom's handling it okay so far, but now I'm one of the last vestiges to her side of the family, and that concerns me. I've thought about what if I lose my family, and that's hard to fathom. Things are complicated enough. I suppose I'll just burn this bridge if I ever come to it (God forbid).
That said, the WWE Wellness policy is a joke, the most powerful nation in the world is also the fattest, dumbest, most superficial and most hated in the global neighborhood, and VH-1 is helping Flavor Flav get a girlfriend for a THIRD TIME!!!
As such, I want an apocalypse RIGHT NOW! Preferably zombie. I think we could justify hitting the restart button. . .
Edited to Add:
I can't resist promoting hope for humanity:
and this,
and this,
for the world.
On paper, I think there's something very ironic about this, a life-imitates-art sequence of events in which the girl that we all thought was a good girl gets caught being a bad girl and then decides to try and be a whole new girl by being cast as a bad girl. And because she's a new girl, we give her the chance to be a different kind of good girl. It's a good PR move that worked for Drew Barrymore, Christina Ricci, and Kim Fields (aka "Tootie from 'The Facts of Life'"). Not so much so for Lisa Bonet, Britney, or Jessica Simpson. But then again, who are we to judge. . . especially given that between fistfuls of Snyders peanut butter pretzel sandwiches and "Californification" in the background, I forgot my original point. . . Regardless, peace to Natasha McElhone and Henry Rollins getting a guest appearance in this episode, but I'm not a fan of this new trend of Hollywood-writer-self-cathersis/masturbation, especially the ones where they act aloof and self-hating while getting laid several times each episode.
Rampage showed Saturday night that he's improved his stand-up and wrestling tremendously. Due respect to Chris Reilly for the former. And that's all I'm going to say about that.
Peace to the memory of my great Uncle Jim. I wasn't particularly close to he or his wife, but they were important to to my mom. He was one of her last connections to my grandfather. Now its me, since apparently I resemble them. As for Uncle Jim and Aunt Isabel, they were together for something like 50 or 60 years. Unfathomable in this day and age, but then again, most of their marriage wasn't during this day and age. They'd been suffering from poor health and old age for a long time, but together, they lived off each other. They were each other's "5 Things I Cannot Live Without." We lost her a few months back, and ever since then, Uncle Jim has been ready to go. It's strange to hear about someone talking about wanting to die, while believing that that was the right move. He'd lived far longer as a married man than he didn't, and all he wanted to do was to go be with his wife again. You can't viably argue with that. And now they're together, which is good. Mom's handling it okay so far, but now I'm one of the last vestiges to her side of the family, and that concerns me. I've thought about what if I lose my family, and that's hard to fathom. Things are complicated enough. I suppose I'll just burn this bridge if I ever come to it (God forbid).
That said, the WWE Wellness policy is a joke, the most powerful nation in the world is also the fattest, dumbest, most superficial and most hated in the global neighborhood, and VH-1 is helping Flavor Flav get a girlfriend for a THIRD TIME!!!
As such, I want an apocalypse RIGHT NOW! Preferably zombie. I think we could justify hitting the restart button. . .
Edited to Add:
I can't resist promoting hope for humanity:
and this,
and this,
for the world. VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
niccie:
how things man, we need to hang out.
toothpickmoe:
Henry is a regular at my work. He's a nice guy.