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[Jul. 14th, 2005|02:48 am] |
I'm really bored. And sleepy but still awake somehow. So the following is pure goobleygook.
On some IMDb board I was browsing today (those things feature some stupid fucking conversation), somebody declared 'Janice Dickinson is a SEA HAG!' I thought this was a pretty apt description of the woman. She's on the new "The Surreal Life" season and she claims to be the first 'supermodel.' She's like over 50 and still strutting around with her turkey neck and throaty Selma Bouvier (Marge Simpson's chain-smoking sister) voice like she's really sexy. It's hilarious and revolting. If Ursula the Sea Witch could birth a half-human, half-sea hag daughter, then it would be Janice Dickinson.
I've discovered I like Coke Zero and Diet Coke, but not Diet Coke sweetned with Splenda. Hmmm, something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
TV has become like another appendage for me this summer. Which is like something out of a David Cronenberg movie, but it's very true.
I saw a really funny picture on Defamer.com of octagenarian director Robert Altman ("Gosford Park," "The Player") in a wheelchair with his hand placed firmly on Lindsay Lohan's thigh. He's directing her in the new ensemble comedy "A Prarie Home Companion," which is bizzarely based on a long-running radio show on NPR. It's a really funny picture cause...hahaha...you know, she's skeletal and young and...uh, he's skeletal and old. Oh bother.
To bed I said. |
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Shit I love Prarie Home Companion! My dad listens to NPR entirely too much, and that would come on during the weekends (perhaps weekdays, too...I duno)...yeah it was fun. Crazy highbrow(esque) humor. | |
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