lazy ass...

have been feeling much too brain dead/lazy to come up with my own, inspired (and i use that term loosely) posts of late...and now that i have nearly fallen into a food coma from eating at the local greeeezy spoon i am definitely not feeling inspired, so...tonight's reflection will be on this little tid-bit of world news that caught my attention...

Is Hatcher Worshiping 'Idol''s Seacrest?

Is "Desperate Housewives" star TERI HATCHER making sweet music with "American Idol" host RYAN SEACREST?

In the new issue of US Weekly, on newsstands Friday, the magazine reports that the two may be romantically involved after the couple was spotted being very affectionate toward one another at a Malibu, CA, restaurant last weekend."

hahahahahahaha...those silly publicists...they may have thought they pulled one over us re the whole tom and katie thing, but there is no way in hell those bitches are selling me on this one...my conspiracy theory is both teri and katie are beards for tom's and ryan's union..."seacrest out"...or should i say back in the closet???!!!...

c'est les arts, non? britney immortalized...

yeah, ok...

"A life-size sculpture of a naked Britney Spears kneeling on a bearskin rug as she gives birth will be on display next month at Brooklyn's Capla Kesting Fine Art gallery.

The sculpture is to appear next to a display case filled with anti-abortion materials. It was created by Daniel Edwards, who said he never spoke to the 24-year-old pop star or met her, and fashioned her face and figure from photographs.

"I admire her. This is an idealized figure," Edwards said Tuesday in a phone interview from his home, which is near his studio in Moosup, Conn."

say...didn't she have a c-section?

What are you doing on the lord's day?

me? well, after hitting the house of god, i got some big ass plans thanks to VH1...that's right one solid, unadulturated hour of NENA and non-stop lip-synching until the blood pours from my ears and i work myself into a rapturous frenzy...it appears we all will be treated to a solid hour of 99 Red Balloons/99 luftballons...
yup, i had the 45 and yeah, i lip-synched the english and the german version...even pretended i was Gabriela Kerner (ha, bet you didn't know her name) for a day...so right on, i cannot think of a better way to wrap up a splendid weekend...seriously, i do not think life gets any better for me, really, i am not kidding, this is the pinnacle with how things have been going lately (ahh, don't you feel bad for me, now gimme some candy)...anyway...so we can all sing along and hopefully create some harmonic resonance which knocks the world off its axis (or at least bush out of office)...please find both the german and english lyrics for your singing pleasure...

99 Luftballons- (Original Version in German)

Hast du etwas Zeit für mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Denkst du vielleicht g'rad an mich
Singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Und das sowas von sowas kommt

99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Hielt man für Ufos aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
'Ne Fliegerstaffel hinterher
Alarm zu geben wenn's so wär
Dabei war'n dort am Horizont
Nur 99 Luftballons

99 Düsenflieger
Jeder war ein grosser Krieger
Hielten sich für Captain Kirk
Das gab ein grosses Feuerwerk
Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft
Und fühlten sich gleich angemacht
Dabei schoss man am Horizont
Auf 99 Luftballons

99 Kriegsminister
Streichholz und Benzinkanister
Hielten sich für schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen: Krieg und wollten Macht
Man wer hätte das gedacht
Das es einmal so weit kommt
Wegen 99 Luftballons

Wegen 99 Luftballons

99 Luftballons

99 Jahre Krieg
Liessen keinen Platz für Sieger
Kriegsminister gibt's nicht mehr
Und auch keine Düsenflieger
Heute zieh ich meine Runden
Seh' die Welt in Trümmern liegen
Hab' 'nen Luftballon gefunden
Denk' an dich und lass' ihn fliegen

99 Red Balloons

You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got
Set them free at the break of dawn
'till one by one they were gone
Back at base, sparks in the software
Flash the message "something's out there"
Floating in the summer sky
Ninety nine red balloons go by

Ninety nine red balloons
Floating in the summer sky
Panic bells, it's red alert
There's something here from somewhere else
The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
And focusing it on the sky
The ninety nine red balloons go by

Ninety nine decisions treat
Ninety nine ministers meet
To worry, worry, super scurry
Call the troops out in a hurry
This is what we've waited for
This is it boys, this is war
The President is on the line
As Ninety nine red balloons go by

Ninety nine knights of the air
Ride super high-tech jet fighters
Everyone's a super hero
Everyone's a Captain Kirk
With orders to identify
To clarify and classify
Scramble in the summer sky
Ninety nine red balloons go by

As ninety nine red balloons go by

Ninety nine dreams I have had
In every one a red balloon
It's all over and I'm standing pretty
In this dust that was a city
If i could find a souvenir
Just to prove the world was here
And here is a red balloon
I think of you and let it go

shutterbugs

Blow Me...

right on, so i have hit the nadir of my intellectually challenged, tv, mind-suck time...the third season of, you guessed it...BLOW OUT...this show has seriously rounded the bend of of uber-narcissism to all out douche-fest! i admit...mikey and i were sucked in the last 2 seasons, primarily b/c it was one big fucking, twisted train wreck to watch...and hey, it was about "doing good hair" and making "good product" after all...but good god almighty...this shit has devolved into an all out junior high drama... complete with hissy fits, counseling sessions and lots o' tears...dude, you are a middle-aged,bagillionaire, high school drop out...get a grip! ... and for the love of god someone do an intervention and get me the fuck off this crack... i am evidently not capable of doing something worthwhile during this time slot...and at the very least...someone get me the gig as his therapist b/c this bitch needs some heavy duty dbt...what a borderline personality he's got going on...but alas, i will no doubt be tuned into next tuesday b/c i am weak and i am nothing more than a pathetic voyuer...go me!

all this death is killing my buzz...

yet another piece of my early youth is G-O-N-E...the illustrious Boom-Boom Geoffrion, died early this morning...yeah, probably means absolutely nothing to the handful of you who actually read this blog...but to me, well, it is all about my papa...see the thing is boom boom's playing days were over before i was born, i associated him more with his coaching and simply hearing my grandfather say his name because he liked saying it...pop would work boom boom's name into conversations that had nothing to do with hockey let alone boom boom...sometimes he would just blurt it out in a fake french accent...
growing up with my grandparents, saturday nights, during the winter(and pre the boy obsessed years), consisted of hee-haw and hockey night in canada...god, i hated it...but then hockey night just became part of who i was/am (sorry, no, not the hee haw...though, that barbie benton sure had a set of knockers on her)...i have found myself falling out of love and then back in love with it depending on what was/is going on in my life and where i am living...
yeah, anyway...too many people are dying and it is just getting me down...

So sleeeepy...soooo whiny...so full of self-pity

am sick and tired of the week flying by at warp-speed, feeling completely depleted of energy and motivation...i blink and it is friday...i blink and i am in my mid 30s and getting closer to the downhill slide...i swear i feel like a haggard, soccer mom (damn, those lee riders can be binding)! amongst the day job of navigating teenage angst (which i really do enjoy), my evening/weekend gig, which entails keeping our heads above water as we launch our business (which essentially consists of housefrau...secretary...salesperson...production lineperson...personal assistant),and playing weekend step-parent, i feel insanely overwhelmed and O-L-D...can't even enjoy the occassional cocktail as it now knocks me flat on my ass!...lately i have become insanely forgetful and incredibly clutsy(have just sprained my ankle for the second time in 6 weeks...covered with bruises from walking into things left and right...literally...)... mikey keeps telling me this will all pay-off in the end and i know/hope it will, but there are so many days lately where i just miss being incredibly selfish and self-absorbed (i guess the self-absorbed piece could be addressed through the greatest of all exercises in narcissism...having a blog...but that is not enough, damnit!)...i so took for granted those days of doing whatever the hell i wanted, whenever i wanted...immature, i know, but at least i felt like i had some control over my destiny(and yes, i know i still do, but this is my blog and i want to bitch)and i didn't feel so damn old...i am not ready to be middle-aged or to feel like it...calgon...take me away...or at least someone hook-up an IV of g&ts to me, lay me on a bed and just play a continuous music loop of '80s alternative!

Commercial break...and postscript to previous rant...

uhh, yeah...so, come on, it's jon stewart which by default exonerates the whole damn thing from being a complete idiot fest(although, will someone please pull the rather large stick out of charlize theron's ass)...and, well, yeah...i promise myself, though...the monologue and the clooney acceptance speech are it for me...really

Oscar buzzzzzzzzzz...

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ENOUGH, already!...am seriously going to wretch or perhaps even be pushed to a psychotic break if i hear anything more about the
O S C A R S aka hollywood's big night...i maybe the only person on the face of this earth that couldn't (A) give two shits and (B) couldn't give one shit about it...you know there was a time when it was kinda fun to hear the pre-buzz or perhaps even glimpse at the show off and on...the pre-show was a trip when kathy g. did it...but now... isaac mizrahi...please and also that damn mary hart...they alone drive me to pulling out my eyelashes...the thing is i am sick and tired of hearing about it...i am sick and tired of hearing about brokeback mtn....pride & prejudice(good lord, hasn't that been made and remade enough, seriously how many times can one sit through yet another movie with yet another doe-eyed brit staring off or acting ever so clever)...i am sick of all of it (but those two movies in particular)...every god damn place i go, every tv channel, each damn episode of morning edition and all things considered, terry gross all week, every freakin' radio station...UGGGHHHHHHH...and now I am talking about it...lord knows i adore jon stewart...but i can't, nay, i won't do it...perhaps i will actually pick up a book this evening or better yet, mikey and i can, well, talk or something instead...
oh shit, just looked at the time...gotta run and grab some dinner, the oscars are on in less than an hour...


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What a bummer these past 2 weeks have been...

Yet another piece of my childhood is gone...dennis weaver...don knotts and now...jimmy...what a trip HRpufnstuf was...never has been anything quite like it!!

Tap that...

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I had to, had to, had to, poach this pic from boy bretty...damn i wish we could have stayed a day longer...that look from the couple behind him makes me wanna pee myself!!!