Here are assorted odds and ends to share with you, the reader.
I stumbled across a show that I think is just ridiculous, but funny. I could not help myself, I had to watch bits and pieces of it. It is called Dancing With the Stars and it just made me chuckle.
Just what I wanted to see, a parody of The Surreal Life in which stars who no longer have it try to strut their stuff. Let me tell you, this is no Dance Fever and certainly no Solid Gold. Somewhere Deney Terio is tearing hair out. For that matter if you looked at the Deney Terio link you’ll see that the man had a couple of interesting roles in his post Dance Fever life such as playing Khan`s Crewman #11 in Star Trek- The Wrath of Khan.
BeFrank was accosted by Michael Jackson fanatics. Show him some love and let him know that he would have been justified in laying some of these people out. The only person I find stranger and scarier than Michael is the woman who released the doves as the verdict in the case was read. Ok, scratch that, I find the whole lot of them to be unhinged. Who quits their job to sit in front of a courthouse to pray for his being exonerated. I still enjoy a few of his songs. I am not afraid to admit it, but the only thing harder to watch than this spectacle is Evander Holyfield on Dancing With The Stars.
Treppenwitz wrote about the Carnival of the Blind Dates. I did a piss poor job of describing one of my worst, but enjoyed reading about the others, especially kakarizz who shared the following tale:
The Shmata Queen survived a day with the doc and her daughter’s surgery. Glad to hear that. But it could have been worse, she could have been forced to move back to cleveland, which is as we all know the Native American term for Latrine. Cuyahoga is their word for toilet paper and it refers to the tree bark they used for, well you know.
I have been participating in a group blog over here. I have enjoyed it, but I am wondering if anyone besides those of us participating are reading it.
Vince is currently engaging in heresy and blasphemy. She has given up a car. WTF is up with that. Ok, I understand what is up with that, but I am a true Californian and I won’t give my car up ever and even then it won’t happen. I ran across an ’73 Fleetwood Convertible not so long ago and played around with the idea of buying it. I have great memories of driving a boat like that. It is Summer, good music blasting from the stereo and a dozen of the boys and I cruising up the coast. Good times.
One of these days I’ll have to blog about the time we rented two 31 foot Winnebagos and drove them from LA to San Francisco. I parked one of those bad boys at Fisherman’s Wharf. We barely made it through the gate, or should I say that I barely made it work. I was 21 and I had about 18 drunk college boys in the back. For a while there was a keg in the bathroom.
Let me tell you how much fun it was to tap on the brakes when some of those boys staggered into the head. Hee hee. It is stories like these that make me wonder who let me become a parent. My children are going to have to work hard to fool me, I have done so many different things. Of course they are both smarter than I am, so it may not be that hard.
Time to get some shuteye. Here is a list of what I have been listening to tonight. Sorry for the formatting issues.