Yahoo’s OMG! site writes “In her latest rom-com, Sandra Bullock plays a dowdy crossword puzzle creator with no sense of style … and we’re sorry to say she wasn’t in character when she walked the red carpet at the film’s premiere.” ( OMG!)
This is to say, Sandra Bullock, COME HOME! … a safe haven awaits you against the accusation of ‘dowdyism’ by those who think they’re fashion gods. You are welcomed with open arms, Sandra! I believe that one person’s fashion disaster is another’s eccentric creation (except in the case of the lame´ liztards below *rolling eyes*).
I say, OMG!, turn your webcam on yourself right now so I can see what you’re wearing … that you would think yourself so hot … and whatnot!
OMG! I will let my astute readers judge for themselves the state of Sandra Bullocks fashion sense. Meanwhile, keep up the god work!!
Taken from the article: “Sowell is being held on suspicion of murder (my emphasis) after police found six decomposing bodies in his home.”
Thought from me: Whaaat? “..suspicion of murder..?” Oh, I get it. A complete stranger, unknown to Sowell, snuck into Sowell’s home numerous times (obviously; can you say “10″ bodies), plopping dead bodies all over his house, riiiiight?
“We introduced Chicago to the world. Chicago is so much better known
today, and appreciated and respected all around the world,” Ryan said.
“So Chicagoans can hold their heads high. We’re sorry we didn’t bring
home a victory, but theres only one gold medal winner.”
I say, the world loves us by not hosting the Olympics in Chicago (‘appreciated and respected all around the world‘ *hysterical howl*). With a no-go for Chicago vote, the world has assured Americans that all the monies made off the spectacular event will not stay with Chicagoans. Smart move, World!
It’s good to know London fashion week was the best EVER; first off, I love the fact that James Long found a clever way to use all fire-retardent blankets! He spins a new twist by showing gold lame´leggings for men! I’m entranced with all the lounge-lizard glitter!
And, I saved the “best” for last.
These aliens, er, models are wearing designs from the James Long 2010 collection.
Brought to you by Ludicrous London. That’s London, as in, the UK, and not the Londone on the south side of Uranus. ( And, this is all the rage for Londoners. Tells ya something about Gridiron Brown, doesn’t it?)
This fashionista says, I saw one of these liztards crawl under my wood pile
just last week!
This may not be obvious to most people, so I don’t expect anyone to empathize, commiserate, or pay any attention to this. You people can leave now. Get! There’s an interesting phenomenon I’ve discovered recently that’s driving me stark mad! Let me set the scene, first. My office is in the loft right over the living room; I keep the TV on in the background so I can listen to C-SPAN’s congressional hearings and political programs, and coverage of high-profile meddlers-of-society. I’ve been running a little experiment prompted by this phenomenon that effects me like a song I can’t get out of mind. I listen to voices on C-SPAN, and I notice those who speak with helium-high, whiny voice peppered with high-low, high-low in waves, top of the scale ringing-crystal-glass high note, childish, little girl/little boy voice inflections punctuated by helium-high gigglely laughs, are for the most part, D-e-m/L-i-b-e-r-a-l-s! What is it with liberals who sound like children at a coed pajama party, jumping up and down on the bed, stopping only to take another hit of helium before returning to bed-jumping and rib-tickling tittertottle inane mind-shattering drivel? What’s worse is listening to a guy with a woman’s voice. *putting head in plastic bag*
So, I listen to affectation-prone, childish voices trying to guess the age of the speaker. More often than not, I think ah well this one is in her early 20’s, quickly rubber-neck down to the TV to see that the speaker is an over-40 raisin. -oo- *scream* In fact, women seem to know exactly where my psychotic-break-button is and puts her pedal-to-the-metal, finger-nails down chalkboard, tail-pulling cat screeching, fickle-finger-of-fate, foghorn, owl-screeching, shrill, oral instrument on my eardrum and doesn’t let up ‘til I shove an ice-pick into my ear to kill my sound-box!!! In other words, tiny, thin, giggily, high-pitched, whiny, childish voices coming from men & women drives me nucking futz!!!
I just know you’ll notice this phenomenon of *kids-in-grown-up-clothes* before too long, which seem to afflict (but perhaps not limited to) Dems & Liberals.
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This has been a special announcement. We will now return to our regularly scheduled program, “Helium-High Hyenas on the Hill.”
..so, several weeks ago I was talking about this whole issue and said something to the effect, “you and what army gonna make me take a vaccine I don’t want..
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Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can.
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A compendium of things that matter (or not!). Painting a picture of Life from a palette of wit, spit & fire. Sometimes using the angst bellow or poetry. Writing is cathartic. I mean to avail myself of its magical mushroom cloud. This neat process for purging life’s emotional and overwhelming experiences enables me to swoop in low to grab repressed feelings and fears and drag ‘em to the surface. This means one less person liable to go postal. Writing with a mix of faux fury & laissez-faire gives that kickass potential to restore & refresh a dowdy spirit. Sharing opinions and musings on anything that catches my fancy, including people, places & things, music, art & humor. Ideas & stories that’ll drive you crazy with frustration and a sense of hopelessness. Reports from things one finds under rocks and things purporting to be from out of this world. Yeah, things better left hidden, unsaid & unthunk. Maybe even some political shenanigans that can get you killed. So, sit back and watch me slash-and-burn some mental chains & dodge mind shadows. After all, it’s the dowdy legacy.. heh heh
Aquarius When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
The age of Aquarius
Aquarius!
Aquarius!
Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derisions
Golden living dreams of visionsystic crystal revalation
And the mind's true liberation
Aquarius!
Aquarius!
When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
The age of Aquarius
Aquarius!
Aquarius!
Life can be like
slamming your face down
on a bed of nails!
