Friday, January 30, 2004
Stop what you're doing....
And go here immediately! Needless to say, the candidate that is best suited to my interests is not the front runner.
And go here immediately! Needless to say, the candidate that is best suited to my interests is not the front runner.
Ya just gotta love'em
Okay, maybe that's putting it a bit too strongly. But some far right wingers apparently do have a sense of humor:
This year's CPAC, an annual conference that's ground zero of the vast right-wing conspiracy, pulsated with the usual antipathy toward liberals, gays, secular judges, environmentalists and Europeans. Yet many attendees also bristled with a more uneasy anger, one directed at their erstwhile allies in the White House. Conservative activists, especially older ones, felt betrayed and disappointed by Bush's immigration policy, his expansion of the federal government and his promiscuous spending, so much so that some suggested the grass-roots right might stay home on Election Day. There were plenty of passionate Bush fans in attendance, most of them college students, but movement leaders and veterans spoke of them with outright contempt. One right-wing pollster called them "Bushlickers."
Come on, that's hilarious. The rest of the article will just make you mad, though.
Okay, maybe that's putting it a bit too strongly. But some far right wingers apparently do have a sense of humor:
This year's CPAC, an annual conference that's ground zero of the vast right-wing conspiracy, pulsated with the usual antipathy toward liberals, gays, secular judges, environmentalists and Europeans. Yet many attendees also bristled with a more uneasy anger, one directed at their erstwhile allies in the White House. Conservative activists, especially older ones, felt betrayed and disappointed by Bush's immigration policy, his expansion of the federal government and his promiscuous spending, so much so that some suggested the grass-roots right might stay home on Election Day. There were plenty of passionate Bush fans in attendance, most of them college students, but movement leaders and veterans spoke of them with outright contempt. One right-wing pollster called them "Bushlickers."
Come on, that's hilarious. The rest of the article will just make you mad, though.
Friday, January 23, 2004
As is usual
Mr. X is on the cutting edge of timeliness. He says this and then I read this. He must be psychotic.... oops, I mean psychic.
Mr. X is on the cutting edge of timeliness. He says this and then I read this. He must be psychotic.... oops, I mean psychic.
Like you need another reason
To watch ANTM. Page Six has the scoop. It's all about the judges, y'all.
To watch ANTM. Page Six has the scoop. It's all about the judges, y'all.
Thursday, January 22, 2004
J. and Jay and Janice
I haven't had time to blog since pilot season descended upon me. But I must share. Please, please, please make time in your busy television schedule for America's Next Top Model. Please? I mean, how fabulous is this show? And the judges and consultants are the absolute end. And Tyra has a much better weave this go 'round. What will it take to convince you? How about J. Alexander showing those girls how to sashay down the runway? And Jay Manuel's new white blond, all-natural 'do? And Miss Janice Dickinson's tan that is an accessory all by itself and her totally inappropriate but somehow quite fabulous jewelry? And her willingness to get up on the judges' table and show a girl how it should be done. Oh. Mah. Gawd.
And still more on TV
Angel. Watch it.
True to form (Joss Whedon's, that is), we get into the good stuff after the winter hiatus. It's all good. Trust me. Oh, except for not enough Lorne.
I haven't had time to blog since pilot season descended upon me. But I must share. Please, please, please make time in your busy television schedule for America's Next Top Model. Please? I mean, how fabulous is this show? And the judges and consultants are the absolute end. And Tyra has a much better weave this go 'round. What will it take to convince you? How about J. Alexander showing those girls how to sashay down the runway? And Jay Manuel's new white blond, all-natural 'do? And Miss Janice Dickinson's tan that is an accessory all by itself and her totally inappropriate but somehow quite fabulous jewelry? And her willingness to get up on the judges' table and show a girl how it should be done. Oh. Mah. Gawd.
And still more on TV
Angel. Watch it.
True to form (Joss Whedon's, that is), we get into the good stuff after the winter hiatus. It's all good. Trust me. Oh, except for not enough Lorne.
Friday, January 16, 2004
Threes
First, it was Uta Hagen. Now it's Ron O'Neal. Why are the great ones being taken from us? And who's next?
First, it was Uta Hagen. Now it's Ron O'Neal. Why are the great ones being taken from us? And who's next?
Technology be damned!
I was forced to recognize my family's reliance on certain modernities this week. First, our microwave just stopped working. It looked like it was operating normally, only it actually seemed to make things colder instead of actually cooking our food items. Have you ever tried to fix a kid breakfast (without relying on cold cereal) in five minutes without a microwave? No? Well, it ain't gonna happen. We actually had to plan meals and take food from the freezer the night before. It was like living in Bedrock, I tell ya.
And the topper? NO HOT WATER LAST NIGHT OR THIS MORNING! I had to get up early to heat water. Good thing I come from a long line of self-reliant and resourceful frontierswomen. Yes, I had to instruct The Amazing One on the finer points of the whore's bath. Poor baby. For those who are concerned about any possible improprieties, I just told her it was a "top and tails" wash up.
I was forced to recognize my family's reliance on certain modernities this week. First, our microwave just stopped working. It looked like it was operating normally, only it actually seemed to make things colder instead of actually cooking our food items. Have you ever tried to fix a kid breakfast (without relying on cold cereal) in five minutes without a microwave? No? Well, it ain't gonna happen. We actually had to plan meals and take food from the freezer the night before. It was like living in Bedrock, I tell ya.
And the topper? NO HOT WATER LAST NIGHT OR THIS MORNING! I had to get up early to heat water. Good thing I come from a long line of self-reliant and resourceful frontierswomen. Yes, I had to instruct The Amazing One on the finer points of the whore's bath. Poor baby. For those who are concerned about any possible improprieties, I just told her it was a "top and tails" wash up.
Wednesday, January 14, 2004
I'm going next year
I hate missing out on these kinds of activities. Dang!
Now, do you see why there's no excuse for a bad weave? If people can execute styles like these? Come on, folks!
I hate missing out on these kinds of activities. Dang!
Now, do you see why there's no excuse for a bad weave? If people can execute styles like these? Come on, folks!
Today I'm taking in...
Not putting out. Well, according to The Comedian, I never do anyway. What I mean to say is I've been busy all day and now I'm catching up with the world. Here's what I found today at www.Edge.org. Fascinating. Read and enjoy.
Not putting out. Well, according to The Comedian, I never do anyway. What I mean to say is I've been busy all day and now I'm catching up with the world. Here's what I found today at www.Edge.org. Fascinating. Read and enjoy.
Tuesday, January 13, 2004
My hideous disfigurement
(Shout out to Mr. X for the headline) An update for those interested:
It is still gross, though somewhat less gross than before. It will apparently take eons to go away because it is so immensely huge. In addition to the twice-daily application of an outrageously expensive unguent, I now have to take an anti-fungal medication internally. I'm sure that will be equally expensive. And, the dermatologist asked me how healthy I am, considering that anti-fungals are hell on the kidneys and liver. Oooh, scary.
Darlings, take it from me and tote your own nail-care implements to the manicurist.
Why am I being punished? What did I do wrong? Me sad.
(Shout out to Mr. X for the headline) An update for those interested:
It is still gross, though somewhat less gross than before. It will apparently take eons to go away because it is so immensely huge. In addition to the twice-daily application of an outrageously expensive unguent, I now have to take an anti-fungal medication internally. I'm sure that will be equally expensive. And, the dermatologist asked me how healthy I am, considering that anti-fungals are hell on the kidneys and liver. Oooh, scary.
Darlings, take it from me and tote your own nail-care implements to the manicurist.
Why am I being punished? What did I do wrong? Me sad.
Monday, January 12, 2004
Always wear joy
How much do I adore Mr. X for presenting me with this book for Christmas? Words cannot express.
Susan Fales-Hill's memoir of her formative years spent under the wing of her FABULOUS diva of a mother is the best! The writing's good, of course, but the topic - none other than Miss Josephine Premice - is fantastic. Now, my own mother's no slouch in the diva department but her circle of friends did not include Miss Diahann Carrol, Miss Eartha Kitt, or - wonder of wonders - Miss Gloria Foster.
In my ongoing study of American Divas - with a special focus on the black diva - I had, of course read about Miss Josephine. But I didn't know that the French called her La Bombe and who am I to argue with the Freedom?
Bon mots de la bouche de La Bombe:
"You can wear the same thing twice, but never to the same places, or with the same people."
"Things don't just happen. Things happen just."
"No one's going to give me wrinkles."
She was, clearly, a grand diva. I love her. Follow this link to fall in love with her yourself.
How much do I adore Mr. X for presenting me with this book for Christmas? Words cannot express.
Susan Fales-Hill's memoir of her formative years spent under the wing of her FABULOUS diva of a mother is the best! The writing's good, of course, but the topic - none other than Miss Josephine Premice - is fantastic. Now, my own mother's no slouch in the diva department but her circle of friends did not include Miss Diahann Carrol, Miss Eartha Kitt, or - wonder of wonders - Miss Gloria Foster.
In my ongoing study of American Divas - with a special focus on the black diva - I had, of course read about Miss Josephine. But I didn't know that the French called her La Bombe and who am I to argue with the Freedom?
Bon mots de la bouche de La Bombe:
"You can wear the same thing twice, but never to the same places, or with the same people."
"Things don't just happen. Things happen just."
"No one's going to give me wrinkles."
She was, clearly, a grand diva. I love her. Follow this link to fall in love with her yourself.
Sex and the pity
I finally caught the season (can eight episodes be called a season?) premiere of Sex and the City over the weekend. And then I saw the second episode. My humble opinion? That show is just not funny any longer. It's just sad. I began to see all four girlfriends as pitiful last go-round. Now, they're just pathetic (oh, and bathetic, too). To think, I once considered these gals as banner examples of the fabulosity of single girlhood in the big city. Obviously, I'm missing nothing.
And again I say - WHAT IS UP WITH CARRIE'S CLOTHES? They are a horror story. Patricia Fields should be shot and put us all out of our misery. Avant-garde is one thing. En garde is another. You never know what Carrie'll hit you with next.
I finally caught the season (can eight episodes be called a season?) premiere of Sex and the City over the weekend. And then I saw the second episode. My humble opinion? That show is just not funny any longer. It's just sad. I began to see all four girlfriends as pitiful last go-round. Now, they're just pathetic (oh, and bathetic, too). To think, I once considered these gals as banner examples of the fabulosity of single girlhood in the big city. Obviously, I'm missing nothing.
And again I say - WHAT IS UP WITH CARRIE'S CLOTHES? They are a horror story. Patricia Fields should be shot and put us all out of our misery. Avant-garde is one thing. En garde is another. You never know what Carrie'll hit you with next.
Friday, January 09, 2004
Just what is wrong with people?
Read this LA Weekly article about teen love gone wrong.
Read this story at CNN about love twisted into destructive, homicidal jealousy.
And finally, read this one at Salon about women with teeny, tiny asses now desiring jiggly, juicy PHAT booty. First, anyone who thinks J-Lo has a big booty should just come and take a gander at mine. Especially now that the holiday hog-a-thon has ended.
Poor, sad ladies. I simply can't identify with those of the flat booty persuasion. Mine has always had a certain presence. That presence was not always popular but "somebody like it" as the kids say, usually accompanied by sass aplenty and hand upon ample hips.
"You can't have everything." That's what my grandma always said, and my mother duly repeated. I have even been known to say this to The Amazing One. Maybe I should expound upon that hoary old chestnut and tell her that she shouldn't have everything either. It's bad for one's character.
Read this LA Weekly article about teen love gone wrong.
Read this story at CNN about love twisted into destructive, homicidal jealousy.
And finally, read this one at Salon about women with teeny, tiny asses now desiring jiggly, juicy PHAT booty. First, anyone who thinks J-Lo has a big booty should just come and take a gander at mine. Especially now that the holiday hog-a-thon has ended.
Poor, sad ladies. I simply can't identify with those of the flat booty persuasion. Mine has always had a certain presence. That presence was not always popular but "somebody like it" as the kids say, usually accompanied by sass aplenty and hand upon ample hips.
"You can't have everything." That's what my grandma always said, and my mother duly repeated. I have even been known to say this to The Amazing One. Maybe I should expound upon that hoary old chestnut and tell her that she shouldn't have everything either. It's bad for one's character.
Thursday, January 08, 2004
Must post before I go
Surely I can't be expected to do so on my own time? And this post isn't even about items that struck my fancy today.
Yesterday, I read two articles that you should read, too. The first was on Salon.com (just look at the commercial to get a free day pass, cheapskate). This one scared the bejesus right outta me. How is the restoration of "biblical law" to our government make us any different than the Taliban? That is some scary shit, mah friends.
The second was on that venerable old Gray Lady herself - The New York Times. Registration is free but if you're reading this, you're registered already. This story restored me to equilibrium. Rather than pushing vice underground (as proposed by the subject of the Salon article) where it belongs, this guy wants to pull crime and those who perpetrate them into full view, thereby allowing us to maybe do something positive to effect change.
Read both articles for me, please.
Discuss amongst yourselves.
Surely I can't be expected to do so on my own time? And this post isn't even about items that struck my fancy today.
Yesterday, I read two articles that you should read, too. The first was on Salon.com (just look at the commercial to get a free day pass, cheapskate). This one scared the bejesus right outta me. How is the restoration of "biblical law" to our government make us any different than the Taliban? That is some scary shit, mah friends.
The second was on that venerable old Gray Lady herself - The New York Times. Registration is free but if you're reading this, you're registered already. This story restored me to equilibrium. Rather than pushing vice underground (as proposed by the subject of the Salon article) where it belongs, this guy wants to pull crime and those who perpetrate them into full view, thereby allowing us to maybe do something positive to effect change.
Read both articles for me, please.
Discuss amongst yourselves.
Tuesday, January 06, 2004
Reminder!
Next Tuesday, January 13, my very favoritest unReality show returns to the UPN schedule - America's Next Top Model. I'll be there at 9 pm. Won't you? Oh, just tape 24, willya? (Keep watching it though. Must toe the company line.)
Remember, glamour has the power to transform. That's my new mantra. Say it with me... Glamour has the power to transform.
My goodness, it's alchemical!
Next Tuesday, January 13, my very favoritest unReality show returns to the UPN schedule - America's Next Top Model. I'll be there at 9 pm. Won't you? Oh, just tape 24, willya? (Keep watching it though. Must toe the company line.)
Remember, glamour has the power to transform. That's my new mantra. Say it with me... Glamour has the power to transform.
My goodness, it's alchemical!
OMG!
I haven't blogged for ages. Please forgive me. I was completely caught up in the pre-holiday swirl. And then the holiday whirl. Oh, and finally, the post-holiday twirl. Honey, let's just say that I was spinning like a top!
"Doo-doo feces"
Well, really. Is there any other kind? The Undisputed King of Pop's coining of this particular phrase is especially illustrative of his man-childness. Oooh, look. I've coined a new phrase of my own. And speaking of those who refuse to grow up and decide to reside in Neverland (smooth segue coming right up), go see Peter Pan. The Amazing One and I quite enjoyed it. I have resisted reading the novel ever since I was a little girl. I don't exactly know why. I think that I somehow thought it was for boys. Damn those persistent traditional gender expectations!
After seeing the film, I realize that I couldn't be more wrong. It is all about Wendy! Talk about the power of burgeoning female sexuality. Girl Power, if ya know what I mean. Studio City Library - here I come! And lest you think I have forgotten my devotion to cute boys - JASON ISAACS. He's really rather hot. That man knows how to wear a wig!
I haven't blogged for ages. Please forgive me. I was completely caught up in the pre-holiday swirl. And then the holiday whirl. Oh, and finally, the post-holiday twirl. Honey, let's just say that I was spinning like a top!
"Doo-doo feces"
Well, really. Is there any other kind? The Undisputed King of Pop's coining of this particular phrase is especially illustrative of his man-childness. Oooh, look. I've coined a new phrase of my own. And speaking of those who refuse to grow up and decide to reside in Neverland (smooth segue coming right up), go see Peter Pan. The Amazing One and I quite enjoyed it. I have resisted reading the novel ever since I was a little girl. I don't exactly know why. I think that I somehow thought it was for boys. Damn those persistent traditional gender expectations!
After seeing the film, I realize that I couldn't be more wrong. It is all about Wendy! Talk about the power of burgeoning female sexuality. Girl Power, if ya know what I mean. Studio City Library - here I come! And lest you think I have forgotten my devotion to cute boys - JASON ISAACS. He's really rather hot. That man knows how to wear a wig!
