Weekend Stupidity Wrap-up

I saw so many ridiculous stories this weekend that I am starting to believe in all the 2012 hype.  What in the wide world of the wide world is going on people? I mean really.  Let's recap shall we?

1. Fergie. And I am not talking about the Fergalicous Fergie. I am talking about the original British version. The anti-Diana.  The one that made you wonder how in the heck Raggedy Ann became a princess or duchess or whatever.  

This frumptacular ho.

Yes, the  famous weight watcher no success story is back in the news.  She was caught on tape trying to sell access to Prince Whatshisbutt for $750k.  I mean really, I can't even remember the guy's name. Do you think someone is going to pay that kind of cash just to have access to him?  Stupid.

Oh, and very Un-Duchessy in my opinion.



2. Tattoo Lip.  You may not have heard of him yet,  but I am sure he will make the cover of The Smoking Gun this week.  He is a local Denver home burglar. Rocky mountain high indeed!

Um, Anthony darling, if you are going to be a burglar, you might think about getting the tattooed words "East Side" and the number "13" removed from your face.  Are those directions to your house?  I am shocked you were caught.

Oh,  and he was caught robbing an Elvis impersonator. Not cool Anthony. Matt and I were married by an Elvis impersonator as featured here (but probably not this particular impersonator as we were married in Vegas). Whatever! You don't mess with the King.


3. LOST.  I did not actually watch the finale.  I tried to watch episode 2 of the 1st season but I was so damn confused, I gave up. It sounds like that was a good call.  Everyone all over the internets is crying about the ending. I don't know what happened,  but I am going to go ahead and assume it was stupid. 

 Don't feel bad if you wasted the last 6 years of your life watching this show only to be led to utter disappointment.  I felt the exact same way about Gilligan's Island. There never was a resolution. Do they ever get off the island?  Did the Professor finally design an invention that works the way it is supposed to without Gilligan screwing it up? Did the Skipper and Ginger finally do it? I was so mad I never found out! I wasted 12 years of my life people. Of course I now know I was watching reruns over and over all those years. At the time, it was very confusing. Sometimes it was in black and white and sometimes it was in color. What can I say? We didn't have Google back in the day. I grew up in the informational dark ages. How was I to know?

UPDATE: Perez Hilton just posted about tattoo lip. He must read my blog : )

Looking forward to more stupid crap,

Weekend Stupidity Wrap-up

I saw so many ridiculous stories this weekend that I am starting to believe in all the 2012 hype.  What in the wide world of the wide world is going on people? I mean really.  Let's recap shall we?

1. Fergie. And I am not talking about the Fergalicous Fergie. I am talking about the original British version. The anti-Diana.  The one that made you wonder how in the heck Raggedy Ann became a princess or duchess or whatever.  

This frumptacular ho.

Yes, the  famous weight watcher no success story is back in the news.  She was caught on tape trying to sell access to Prince Whatshisbutt for $750k.  I mean really, I can't even remember the guy's name. Do you think someone is going to pay that kind of cash just to have access to him?  Stupid.

Oh, and very Un-Duchessy in my opinion.



2. Tattoo Lip.  You may not have heard of him yet,  but I am sure he will make the cover of The Smoking Gun this week.  He is a local Denver home burglar. Rocky mountain high indeed!

Um, Anthony darling, if you are going to be a burglar, you might think about getting the tattooed words "East Side" and the number "13" removed from your face.  Are those directions to your house?  I am shocked you were caught.

Oh,  and he was caught robbing an Elvis impersonator. Not cool Anthony. Matt and I were married by an Elvis impersonator as featured here (but probably not this particular impersonator as we were married in Vegas). Whatever! You don't mess with the King.


3. LOST.  I did not actually watch the finale.  I tried to watch episode 2 of the 1st season but I was so damn confused, I gave up. It sounds like that was a good call.  Everyone all over the internets is crying about the ending. I don't know what happened,  but I am going to go ahead and assume it was stupid. 

 Don't feel bad if you wasted the last 6 years of your life watching this show only to be led to utter disappointment.  I felt the exact same way about Gilligan's Island. There never was a resolution. Do they ever get off the island?  Did the Professor finally design an invention that works the way it is supposed to without Gilligan screwing it up? Did the Skipper and Ginger finally do it? I was so mad I never found out! I wasted 12 years of my life people. Of course I now know I was watching reruns over and over all those years. At the time, it was very confusing. Sometimes it was in black and white and sometimes it was in color. What can I say? We didn't have Google back in the day. I grew up in the informational dark ages. How was I to know?

UPDATE: Perez Hilton just posted about tattoo lip. He must read my blog : )

Looking forward to more stupid crap,

The Best Medicine

Update, My friend Lo is participating in the following






and since I like to do what she does, I am too.  The writing prompt is  . . .


"What was your medicine? Write about a time you remember being ill."


I actually wrote this on Saturday before I saw the prompt so I am not sure if it counts. Oh, and it is more rambling then writing but anyway, here goes  . . . .

The Best Medicine

This crazy migraine (?) pinched nerve (?) brain tumor (?) is killing me.


I have some hilarious and unbelievable things to tell you about but I almost in tears from the pain. I can hardly see straight. Nothing is helping me and I am frustrated. 


Luckily I have this.

All snuggled up with this to make me smile.

Matt pulled out the hide-a-bed so I could lie down and watch net-flix through the wii on the big TV in comfort.


Pleasure spiked with (a lot of) pain.

I am watching "Grey Gardens" for about the 15th time. It is so flippin' bizarre. Yet it almost makes me want to wear a sweater or pair of pants around my head.  Edie has some serious style.

I love documentaries. I watched one earlier today called "Herb and Dorothy" about this librarian and her postman husband who have acquired one of the largest minimal/conceptual art collections in the US. Pretty fascinating. Not Edie and Edie fascinating, just regular fascinating.

The Best Medicine

Update, My friend Lo is participating in the following






and since I like to do what she does, I am too.  The writing prompt is  . . .


"What was your medicine? Write about a time you remember being ill."


I actually wrote this on Saturday before I saw the prompt so I am not sure if it counts. Oh, and it is more rambling then writing but anyway, here goes  . . . .

The Best Medicine

This crazy migraine (?) pinched nerve (?) brain tumor (?) is killing me.


I have some hilarious and unbelievable things to tell you about but I almost in tears from the pain. I can hardly see straight. Nothing is helping me and I am frustrated. 


Luckily I have this.

All snuggled up with this to make me smile.

Matt pulled out the hide-a-bed so I could lie down and watch net-flix through the wii on the big TV in comfort.


Pleasure spiked with (a lot of) pain.

I am watching "Grey Gardens" for about the 15th time. It is so flippin' bizarre. Yet it almost makes me want to wear a sweater or pair of pants around my head.  Edie has some serious style.

I love documentaries. I watched one earlier today called "Herb and Dorothy" about this librarian and her postman husband who have acquired one of the largest minimal/conceptual art collections in the US. Pretty fascinating. Not Edie and Edie fascinating, just regular fascinating.