suavely deranged

Lately I:

find myself coughing in my sleep

and making tentative plans I know I'll never keep.

That, kiddies, is what I like to refer to as a rhyming couplet. A weak-ass one, but truthful. That is, after all, the best that I can do.

 

If y'all have a chance and, of course, that particular inclination, check out some of the bikini ads on the left. Even if y'all have to search for them. There are some shapely little dumpers and big ample racks to peruse. It's no Victoria's Secret catalog (which you, too, can get mailed (FREE) to your door, although they cease sending them when you don't actually buy anything), but still worth a spin.

 

Last night, I found myself Dreaming of an extremely extreme-like game of dodgeball (there's an upcoming tournament some of us are pondering entering, and I skimmed an article about it in the newspaper yesterday; the 1st newspaper I've bought (I only need the TV guide, after all) in basically 6 months), in which all the players were in one big circle (with the usual amount of balls in play) and it was every man for himself. And god against all. If the game actually were played like that, I'd be much more inclined to give a fuck.

 

Word of the day: harridan- Did I mention that my ex-wife believes she resembles Sarah Jessica Parker (I was watching Sex and the City briefly last night)? While B's attractive and all (no K, but still), especially after several Ketel One's; I'm gonna have to go with the ever popular no means no on this one.

 

I've discovered a site called pornweek.com. The ultimate fantasy vacation. A chance to hang out behind the scenes, direct, and even ACT in porn flicks. I may have to forego a trip or 2 to my beloved Las Vegas in order to sign up for this one. And hang the cost.

 

The petition (http://www.petitiononline.com/dlm1218/petition.html) to Save Dead Like Me nears 51400. Keep those signatures coming, y'all. Damn the Man! Fuck you, Evil Empire Showtime!

 

The Jennifer Love Hewitt show last night was watchable. Sadly, because of the fucked up timeslot, it'll soon be Gone. Yet, I suspect I'll find the strength to go on. I've also learned that Gabrielle Union (whom we love) has a show on ABC called The Night Stalker, which I also intend to check out. It just amazes me that, despite my not having a TV, shows continued to run 24/7. There goes my theory of the MEliocentric universe. Since I've no idea what any of these new shows actually are, I'm pretty much just sticking to original Star Trek reruns and a select few shows that I'm familiar with.

I watched the movie version of Fat Albert last night (on one of the movie channels, I wouldn't like BUY it or anything), and it was pretty good. Cartoons come to life, high school girls and where do I sign up? There was one in particular, Dania Ramirez, if memory serves, who kinda has a young Jessica Alba-type vibe going on. VERY nice. Worth the price of admission right there.

Then I found myself dozing off during Team America. Oddly enough, right after the scene with the attractive puppets having gratuitous and athletic sex. Which I'd heard about, and was expecting, but it was still hilarious, and the highlight of this fucking pile.

 

The list, as another Pattern Week (perhaps next time it'll be something other than groupings of names that happen to occur to me) draws to a close:

 

1) Leah Miller (fucking FINE cohost of Much on Demand, the only reason I'd ever watch Much Music. check out her bio on the website, it's funny and illuminating. she's definitely a keeper: hot and cool; and she knows musicians and actors, including Jessica Biel. now there's a happy 3-way vision.)

 

2) Leah Adams (photographer specializing in professional and eligible skaters. the picture of the how gay is there? guy in the sailor suit when you open her site is reason enough to include her.)

 

3) Leah Rabin (became a well-known (to everyone but me, obviously) public figure following the assassination of her husband, Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin. campaigned for her husband's peace ideals until her own Death.)

 

4) Leah Hirsig (consecrated in 1919 by Aleister Crowley as his Scarlet Woman, she adopted the magical name Alostrael, ''the womb (or grail) of god''. she helped Mr. Crowley in translating his ideas into reality until she was replaced by a younger, trophy Scarlet Woman; which is, of course, the way such things always happen, ain't it?)

 

5) Leah Morrigan (image consulting for men. I totally NEED this. apparently, I need to lose my appearance (duh!), behavior, and communication style. however, on the posiitive tip, my citrusy cologne can Stay. the foundation is Laid, and soon, I will be, too. yay, me!)

 

Yet another trip to the book place today, mostly to return books and get some more CD's to upload, which I'll likely never listen to. It's the having, not the using, that matters after all. I don't believe there's much on TV today until 5:30 MST, when my Houston Astros begin Game 1 of their first-ever World Series; so I'll likely be back again later. Enjoy your Saturday, y'all. Slow and easy. Don't do anything too strenuous.