Just when I thought it was safe to subscribe to Rolling Stone again...I can't handle this shit. Why do we care?? Is there anybody who hasn't had enough yet?? Is there a brighter sign in the universe that we are a truly disgusting culture??
We love us some freakshows. And look at the other headlines next to her Photoshopped abs and right arm. Any one of those would make a better cover. Throw a Sci-Fi Beyonce up there WITH Micky Rourke, all the Skanky Brits, and Drew Barrymore fellating green sex toys. There's your Rolling Stone cover.
Remember when being on "The Cover of the Rolling Stone" used to mean something? The fact that this... person has any kind of "comeback" to speak of only proves how depraved, lazy, and bored we are as a culture. It's only by the grace of our lingering, morbid curiousity that she's still around. It's not about talent.
And look at that wig!! Didn't she shave her head like six months ago??
Meh. Happy Turkey Day, ya'll. One love.
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In related news, the number 1 "Most Popular" story on cnn.com is:
Dad raped daughters for 27 years
Sigh. Anybody know of anything interesting going on in the world?
Big world. Gotta be something.
Another daughter-raping dad? Sheesh. And where did Brit come back from? She was never here. Bubblegum pop from lousy singers don't even make my radar.
Let's see, what's up? Well, my daughter started shrieking at me the minit I got home last night, saying she doesn't want to go with us to our family friends' house for T-day. I've only had it planned for two months. There was much slamming of doors and screeching into phones, and I ended up burning the pumpkin pies, staying up too late, and I never got a chance to pack or anything. I don't even know if she decided to come anyhow - she said she'd "stick it out." I told her if she's gonna do that, stay home. Just what we need, someone sitting in the corner sulking all day.
Ah, holidays. People wonder why I hate 'em.
DRAMA in the PacNW!! Pumpkin pies all aflame! Sorry, Coyote. That sounds like a truly shitty evening. Looks like you picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue.
You know how I feel about the holidays, but here it is again in a neat equation:
family stress + over eating = The Flu.
Bubblegum pop from lousy singers don't even make my radar.
Would that they didn't make Rolling Stone's radar either. What a wonderful world this would be.
No kidding. But then, I was more of a National Lampoon person that a Rolling Stone person. Or Creem was it? Whatever one Lester Bangs wrote in. I didn't know RS was still publishing, actually!
But yeah, of course there had to be a tantrum - the kids grew up together from diaper-hood. My daughter was prone to screaming fits if someone looked at her the wrong way, and because she was always screaming people were always looking at her the wrong way. It was hell, those years. Then she went to live with her dad and the boy, who was more like me, stayed. Blessed silence for several years, then I found out my ex and his family (hag + 2 kids) and my daughter (in her senior year) were living in a fookin' RV. To get her to have room o' her own, he was going to hook up a lamp in a Uhaul trailer for her. Stupid fuck. New school in her senior year, cos they never stayed in one place for more than a year, and he's gonna fix her up a nice box. This is a COMMANDER in the US Navy. Living in a campground. So she moved in with me. Of course she'd learned all kinds of fun habits, like sneakiness, (outta necessity, they used to go through her things looking for "evil" cds cos they're insane fundies). But old habits die hard when it comes to this friend, let's hope now that my daughter's an adult she can start acting like it. Grr.
I think it was Creem you're thinking of. Did you really not know Rolling Stone was still a publication?? That can't be true. Are you havin' a laugh?
What the fuck was Commander Pinch-A-Penny's deal?? A U-Haul trailer?? The searching her CDs for Satan's music? Yikes.
Really, I thought RS had gone the way of the Rock und Roll drummer, face down in a pool of sick.
I know! And my daughter was scared to tell me, because the sick fuck had said I'd kicked her out. Well, she'd gone to his house for a vacation and he informed me she wasn't going home. I said okay, because the fighting between she and my son was getting abusive, therapy clearly indicated she needed a father, even if he was a fundie idiot with a lunatic bitch of a wife (think the godbot in Stephen King's movie the Mist). He ended up being pretty good with her, very strict, but generous when she behaved. And he didn't get in the middle when she and the wacky stepmom screamed at each other. But better to have a bad dad, than to marry a dad figure to compensate for lack of one in childhood like I did. Psychology; fun, innit?
You guys are always good for a laugh.
Thanksgiving at our house. It's usually fun. Small families, each, and everyone gets along great. Some good friends and their kids. The turkey is in the brine. Ready to be rubbed down with sofrito this evening. My mom brings grandma's stuffing and Brussel sprouts. Mom-in-law brings the Haitian black rice and patties. Sister is bringing dessert. Friends salad. We make the bird and the sweet potatoes. I've got a case of wine and a fully stocked bar. A selection of cheeses and pates to munch on before dinner. We'll make a fire in the fireplace.
It's gonna be nice.
Oh yeah, that new Britney song sucks bigtime. I almost crashed my car the other day trying to find the stereo preset buttons to change the channel as soon as I heard it coming on.
(think the godbot in Stephen King's movie the Mist
Haven't seen it, but for the Commendant and the fundie step-mom I'm picturing Ricky Fitts's parents in American Beauty. Again, yikes.
But better to have a bad dad, than to marry a dad figure to compensate for lack of one in childhood like I did.
Um... yes. Compensating is rarely a good idea.
So you've got people who marry the person who represents what they didn't have as a child, and then the others who marry precisely what they knew as a child (i.e., mama's boys who marry mommy-type girls)
What's more fucked up? The individual psyche or the baggage of marriage?
It's gonna be nice.
It sounds nice! It's like a little wine commercial, it's so nice. Like a snow globe scene. Seriously, at some point in the day? Shake the house and see if it snows. 8)
Have a happy. I'mma go get warm. Stupid flu.
It really does sound nice, snark. MV's right, like a wine commercial. Good for you. It's nice to know that there are people out there who live the good life.
Sorry about the flu, MV. Being stuck in bed in front of movies for 4 days sounds really good right now, I tell ya!
Happy Turkey Day everyone!
Sorry for the mess coyote... MV get better... snark easy on the brine, it's known to pickle a few!
Doing the Turkey at my house, I'm the cook. Just the Wife, Son, Mom and Dad, lets hope for a peaceful and healthy day.
Last year Mom got in one of those Prima Donna moods... didn't come over when she was supposed to... then blamed it on Dad for feeling ill... "Then fucking tell me about it... you know pick up the phone and call... the considerate thing to do... THAT YOU TAUGHT ME TO DO!!" So she missed out and we ate without her, didn't take any leftovers or nothing. Freakin' crazy sometimes... I expect it, but my wife and son don't deserve the drama!
Peace... out!
Happy Thursday, everyone!
Shook the house.
No snow.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
Happy day after, all! We had turkey and pie, and now it's done. Yay!
The small lives so peacefully asleep will hear the seals just as I do now forty years from now.
paradox musta been on a roll yesterday! That's one crazy sentence.
No snow.
I know. I saw the whole thing on a wine commercial last night. While eating a bologna sandwich.
We're having our Thanksgiving on Sunday w/ Shopgirl's parents, T-Bone and Sparky. We were way too sick to make the Dinelli festival.
We're getting better though. Slowly.
I don't understand the paradox line. Does he live in Alaska too? Can he hear the seals while he looks out the bedroom window at Russia?
I think it's a Scooter Libby type thing. Ya know, like the Aspens with their roots all intertwined.
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