And the happy horses**t resumes...
OK, it’s the last 10 minutes of work and I’m having a hard time focusing on my edits, so I’m just going to write something for the blog.
Sorry, folks, that’s one of the wonders of BP disorder…it can pose as ADD. How wonderful for me.
Anyway, we’re slowly getting moved into the apartment, and we’ll just muddle through as much as we can. Sigh…if anyone would have told me I’d accumulated so much CRAP by the time I was 36, I would have laughed my fool head off at them. It just makes me so ANGRY that I’m a conspicuous consumer. I mean, all the books, the art/craft supplies, the clothes (don’t get me started on the damned clothes), the EFFLUVIUM of my life. (I’m not sure if I’m using the word correctly, or if the plural is EFFLUVIA. Anyone who knows/cares, let me know and I’ll correct it.) And Doug has HIS models, fossils, books, DVDs, videotapes, art supplies, bookshelves, etc. When does it END? If the saying is true about “He/she who dies with the most toys wins,” I should have died about three deaths or so by now. We’ll wade through. I’ll tell you this, though…I don’t want to move again anytime soon.
OK, enough about my troubles. Pop culture stuff awaits! Here we go…
Don “Tennessee Tuxedo/Max Smart/Inspector Gadget” Adams passed away this week at the age of 82. I’m trying to be respectful here, but if I don’t get these things out of my system I’ll explode, so here I go:
1. “I guess Tennessee finally escaped from the zoo, huh?”
2. “Was he buried with his shoe phone?”
3. “Wonder what his casket looked like? Probably all tricked out with mechanical shovels so he could dig his own grave. {insert Gadget theme here}”
4. And a question I’ve always had…did he put that voice on, or was that real? It always annoyed me. Don’t ask me why.
Second item: Has Kenny Chesney admitted to anything yet? With those “fraud” notes on the annulment papers, I’m really curious. I would love to know how many mainstream c/w performers are “in the closet”. With some of those suits Porter Waggoner wears (he’s old school country, BTW), it wouldn’t surprise me if he “went up the down staircase”, but I could be wrong – he could just be color blind. That rumor has always floated around about a certain busty female country singer, but personally, I think that’s all it is – a rumor. I think American national security rests on the fact that this certain busty female singer really likes men. If the opposite were true, I think our infrastructure would suffer as a result.
Third item: Jennifer Garner accidentally announced the gender of the baby she’s having with ol’ Ben “Don’t ask me about ‘Gigli’” Affleck. One word response…so? They’re having a baby. Big whoop. Like I’ll be invited to the shower. I always wonder what I would give to an expecting celebrity parent if I were invited to a baby shower. What would I give? If I would have been invited to Britney Spears’ baby shower, I would have given Britney a clue in a big box with lots of tissue paper. For Jennifer Garner, I think I’ll give her…exclusive rights to get Ben a new agent so he can make a decent movie, and also a Diaper Genie. Those things ROCK!
So for now, I will think of more baby gifts for the stars and we’ll chat again.
Sudiegirl the gift-oriented.
Sorry, folks, that’s one of the wonders of BP disorder…it can pose as ADD. How wonderful for me.
Anyway, we’re slowly getting moved into the apartment, and we’ll just muddle through as much as we can. Sigh…if anyone would have told me I’d accumulated so much CRAP by the time I was 36, I would have laughed my fool head off at them. It just makes me so ANGRY that I’m a conspicuous consumer. I mean, all the books, the art/craft supplies, the clothes (don’t get me started on the damned clothes), the EFFLUVIUM of my life. (I’m not sure if I’m using the word correctly, or if the plural is EFFLUVIA. Anyone who knows/cares, let me know and I’ll correct it.) And Doug has HIS models, fossils, books, DVDs, videotapes, art supplies, bookshelves, etc. When does it END? If the saying is true about “He/she who dies with the most toys wins,” I should have died about three deaths or so by now. We’ll wade through. I’ll tell you this, though…I don’t want to move again anytime soon.
OK, enough about my troubles. Pop culture stuff awaits! Here we go…
Don “Tennessee Tuxedo/Max Smart/Inspector Gadget” Adams passed away this week at the age of 82. I’m trying to be respectful here, but if I don’t get these things out of my system I’ll explode, so here I go:
1. “I guess Tennessee finally escaped from the zoo, huh?”
2. “Was he buried with his shoe phone?”
3. “Wonder what his casket looked like? Probably all tricked out with mechanical shovels so he could dig his own grave. {insert Gadget theme here}”
4. And a question I’ve always had…did he put that voice on, or was that real? It always annoyed me. Don’t ask me why.
Second item: Has Kenny Chesney admitted to anything yet? With those “fraud” notes on the annulment papers, I’m really curious. I would love to know how many mainstream c/w performers are “in the closet”. With some of those suits Porter Waggoner wears (he’s old school country, BTW), it wouldn’t surprise me if he “went up the down staircase”, but I could be wrong – he could just be color blind. That rumor has always floated around about a certain busty female country singer, but personally, I think that’s all it is – a rumor. I think American national security rests on the fact that this certain busty female singer really likes men. If the opposite were true, I think our infrastructure would suffer as a result.
Third item: Jennifer Garner accidentally announced the gender of the baby she’s having with ol’ Ben “Don’t ask me about ‘Gigli’” Affleck. One word response…so? They’re having a baby. Big whoop. Like I’ll be invited to the shower. I always wonder what I would give to an expecting celebrity parent if I were invited to a baby shower. What would I give? If I would have been invited to Britney Spears’ baby shower, I would have given Britney a clue in a big box with lots of tissue paper. For Jennifer Garner, I think I’ll give her…exclusive rights to get Ben a new agent so he can make a decent movie, and also a Diaper Genie. Those things ROCK!
So for now, I will think of more baby gifts for the stars and we’ll chat again.
Sudiegirl the gift-oriented.
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