BO-RING. And what was with giving out awards from the middle of the audience? How ghetto was that? We know no one cares about Best Animated Short, but let the poor guy up on the stage for christ’s sake! Loved Kirsten Dunst’s dress, hated Natalie Portman’s dress, meh on Hilary Swank’s dress. I do love her though, she is so well spoken and confident. Glad she won. And I loved Jamie Foxx’s speech about his grandma whuppin’ him and how his daughter told him "It’s OK if you don’t win, Dad, you’re still good". How cute! And I think Salma Hayek has the best boobs in Hollywood.
Archive for February, 2005
The FCC has rejected a complaint by that lovely organization the Parents Television Council that an episode of Angel back in November of 2003 was obscene and offensive. The episode in question I think was the one where Angel and Darla get together again and have sex. Evidently, you can see Angel’s "hips moving back and forth". Oh heaven forbid! Seriously, who are these people who have so much free time on their hands?
This is from Salon’s farewell to Hunter S. Thompson and I thought it was the best I’ve read, so I wanted to share it:
May the kindly trickster gods collect you, Hunter Thompson, and drive
you to where the buffalo roam, where your mind can unspool itself
forever and your spirit can go on groping unsuspecting tits and
trashing hotel rooms. You have earned it, Golden and Immortal Son of
Classic Letters. Rest in Whatever You Would Prefer to Peace. We, the
filthy and leaderless children who cherish your legacy, salute you, and
will honor you with every bullet fired out of our car windows toward
the unmarked desert sky.
Ho-hum. Not a whole lot going on ’round here. I’ve been feeling a little sick for the past couple days, headache, backache. Blech. Working, making candles, etc. etc.
But tomorrow our best friend Cooper is coming to town! YAY! He moved up to San Francisco over a year ago to live with the love of his life, Alicia. They are getting married in about two and a half weeks! In Mexico! Woo Hoo! I can’t wait. Sun, sand and…love. Awww 
So his bachelor party is this weekend and he and all the boys are headed to Vegas on Saturday. My hubby is the best man and he has been a little busy bee making plans so that Coop’s bachelor party will be one he’ll never forget. MWAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!
(It’s OK, Coop, he hasn’t come up with anything that I’ve objected to yet, so I think you’re safe!)
Hunter S. Thompson committed suicide on Sunday. He was 67. He will be dearly missed. As one of his neighbors in Aspen said, "There’s no one in the world these days who writes the truth … as he
seems to, to me," he said. "He spoke to the world and said what people
were afraid to say."
Right now there is a light rain falling here in good ol’ LA. However, please note, as you look at the image below, the monstrous green blob of impending doom fast approaching our fair city Holy crap.
Southern California has already gotten over three times our average annual rainfall this season. Over the next 36 hours, I think we’re expecting another 1-6 inches (depending on the location, mountain or coast). I will be surprised if the whole of Los Angeles doesn’t fall into the ocean.
According to ABCNews.com, “Statistics show left-handed people are more likely to be schizophrenic,
alcoholic, delinquent, dyslexic, and have Crohn’s disease and
ulcerative colitis, as well as mental disabilities. They’re also more
likely to die young and get into accidents.” But they are also more successful at sports. Maybe it’s just me, but I think I would trade being able to throw a good curve ball for not being an alcoholic, schizophrenic delinquent with ulcerative colitis any day.
I don’t know what kind of hell-pollen is blowing around in LA today, but I woke up with my eyes on FIRE. They are all blurry and burny. Owie.
Last night we went to see Beck play a "super secret show" at Club 1650 in Hollywood. He played stuff from his new album, which I think is supposed to come out next month. The music was awesome, high energy, more trance-y than his older stuff. And he had this guy on stage with him, who wore an orange t-shirt, matching sweatband and 70’s style aviator sunglasses, and who DANCED HIS ASS OFF the whole show. It was stellar.
We only made it through about three quarters of the show though, since we are old and the kids today, I tell ya. Rude, drunk ass brats who shove you out of the way and spill their drink on you. We started out the show with a great spot, about five rows back from the stage, dead center. Then, just as Beck came on, a line of about ten drunk hipster kids, mostly girls, barreled their way through us and pushed us out of the way, one of them totally spilling her drink down Hawk’s front, and I got a nice elbow to the kidney.
Now, come on people, is that really necessary? Maybe I’m just a wuss, but any time I’m at a show like that and have to walk past someone, I’m constantly saying "excuse me, pardon me, sorry about that". I have never had a very high tolerance for club shows, but I know now that I have none at all. I can’t take the crowd and the noise and the lame lame hipster kids. Darn whippersnappers.
Meet Bellagio, a Napoleon Mastiff. This is a new breed of dog for the Westminster Dog show this year. Bellagio here won best of breed. This is definitely a creature I would not want to meet in a dark alley. Or at the foot of my bed. I bet he drools a lot.
