Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Arf-Arf!
There is also nothing like writing in a dimly lit section of one's abode, either. AND, there is absolutely nothing like needing new glasses. All true.
With the above CYA finished, I'll move on to another round of links for you to peruse. Yes, I know. Been doing a lot of linking lately. What can I say? As always, there are wonderful articles floating around, and I can only write about Mr. Sweater Vest and Mr. Perfect a few times a week before excessive repetition sets in.
I could make another U-turn and this time go from politics to celebrity, rather than the reverse from The Leg post of the other day, but I have no desire to write about something that is so visually fascinating that people are still talking about it 3 days after the unveiling. Or shall we say, "unravelling"? Or whatever all of that Leg-Oh-No-Showcase of Angelina Jolie was all about at the Academy Awards.
Meanwhile, in other cracked corners of the Hollywood Universe, despite less than a few months ago vowing to go easy on Lindsay Low-Hand's apparent journey into an early mortuary where, of all the probation slaps on the wrist she has received from the California Injustice System, a moment of brilliance must have descended on the authorities to place her in the County Morgue where she behaved better than she ever does among the living, I must now join the chorus of WTF on her latest version of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf" during her blatherings to the ever-steady-ready-to-raise-an-eyebrow-at-a-celeb's-latest-garble Matt Lauer on an upcoming segment of The Today Show.
The headline alone is enough to raise your anti-bodies and endorphin levels from incessant laughing: Miz Homestrung
Here's another (with non-newsy-like commentary): Party Off?
Burp. I think that'll do it for me today. I feel like having a drink and slipping into restaurant bathrooms with a friend every 20 minutes. Kinda rubs off after seeing enough of her latest "at home" antics while she was in NYC for Fashion Week....
Sorry, Linds. At the moment I don't feel sad for your plight. And to be sure, anyone who ever respected and loved or admired Elizabeth Taylor has to be joining Rick Santorum in the bathroom - without Lindsay's "helpers" of course.
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Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
The Leg That Ate Hollywood
The U.S. has nothing to worry about with handling national security issues now that we have The Power Leg of Angelina Jolie to defend our turf. Can you see how confident that leg is? You don't wanna mess with that limb, no-no-no! Even George Washington and friends are safe from their enemies with that 'Here I Am' Leg protecting their treacherous course through the icy waters of the Delaware River.
All over the Interwebs, The Leg is making its questionable appearance in many forms. Why? Did you see Angie last night at the Academy Awards? No? Don't care? But are intrigued by the temporary Leg phenom? Or do you want to view that dangerous, razor-sharp knee once more? (The knee is really the Bad Azz here. Bump up against it and you're toast, suddenly cloaked by a black Versace curtain.)
But, let's return to the idea of The Leg protecting what George Washington stood for (accidental pun) when he and other patriots fought for Freedom, thus ensuring the fundamental purpose of why America was founded "to begin with." We need some kind of protection the way a few high profile politicians are playing Russian Roulette with the country.
Do you feel it coming? The shift from the buzz over a celebrity's leg to focusing on the current threat against the already-fought-for turf of the rugged shoreline of rationality in politics and religion which/that the New and Unusual Suspects of the GOP are cockily, self-righteously, spitting-back in the form of comments such as these: Nauseating
And, to add to the above linked balderdash, Mr. Sanctimonious spat more crap-scat from his mouth by saying that Prez Obama is a "snob" for wanting all Americans to go to college. What does this terribly misguided "regular guy" have against education? He has degrees - went to three colleges. I doubt he would be where he is on any lifestyle or political level had he not had a least one college degree under his sweater vests.
Are these accusations sane? A president of a country with lagging educational standards (with GOP-only state rep's doing their best to kill decent education for thousands of reasons) on an international level at a serious low is a "snob" and wants to make us "in his image" because he went to college and would like his countrymen/women to be smart enough to compete in the world markets (as well as get their act together enough to get off Welfare and make a change in their lives)? Check This Out - VIDEO
This acrimonious Santorum guy spouts the most dogmatic, polarizing, entitled, self-righteous examples of mental confusion on the same "I Can't Help Myself" physical tick level that The Leg may have experienced last evening when not in competition with Rodan.
Keep talking, Rick. Makes it even better for Mitt.
Image Sources: http://oobly.com - http://blog.zap2it.com
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Today's Sport Is Afoot
The only FCC-sanctioned male full frontal nudity on network TV. Maybe that's why the Oscars look so glowingly Golden these days.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Nip It In the Butt?
Ah, the glam Academy Awards! The final Stamp of Removal of the awards season until Cannes in May.
Tomorrow night we will once again place ourselves in front of a TV screen of one size or another to watch the glittery gala where the most uptight, faux-smiling group of once-relaxed and sometimes real demeanor-ed people become mere robots and/or caricatures of themselves - on the carpet of red, in their row-only seating arrangements, and/or on the stage.
Dashing and often gnashing their way around town (aka Beverly Hills) today are pro stylists from hair to brows making house-calls to Oscar-Up their uber special clients. Others already hit the salons, doctors (cough) yesterday and the day before, probably even before then, to do the Ultimate Awards Cleanup!
Who can blame anyone who is expected to look fabulous no matter what their age when they must go before cameras for having a little chemical peel or tiny shot of this 'n' that in all they key facial places. What's wrong with that? A few of my friends do it for a living. Go on camera, flash that bright white smile, look young, become miraculously refreshed overnight; keeping it subtle. Goes with the job.
So, today is Hustle Day prior to The Penultimate Bustle of what it will be like for the assistants, the celebs, the crew - all involved - when they awake in the morning to a minimum of 16 hours-straight activity for what trails off into a three-hour mostly yawn fest with the continuing persona roles intact after the show finally ends, when the schmoozing, boozing, sexual oozings of many a participant really begins at the annual parties of trés chic secondary red carpet paparazzi moments and entertainment reporters shoving mics in guests' faces as they try to flee into the mysterious and rarefied-air establishment where the "must be seen at" events are held.
It's always Elton John's charity event, Vanity Fair's "Elitist of the Elites" soireé now followed by Madonna's latest foray into the Popularity Contest battlefield. Vanity Fair and Elton worked it out. "Everyone" drops-in on both - if invited. Now that Madonna is strutting her Diva-Hood in what could be misconstrued as a sense of The Me-M-'Me's, My-My-My's - it's going to be an interesting night. Elton may have to sit on David to stop him from tweeting misdirections to Madge's Golden Palace of Eff-U.
Post-Oscar etiquette and PR requisite has now grown from the days of enjoying the basic celebratory party at the Governor's Ball, to the now every Limo Driver's dream night of stop-and-go grid-locked traffic between the various locales of each party - although a few are near to each other in LA-speak, the streets are busy, busy that night of all nights. Just a cab fare for a simple few blocks could be your maid's monthly salary - if you are even the littlest bit cheap.
So, as the town filled with smoke and mirrors covered in tinseled glitter prepares for its big night, it could be brought down to an honest reality by someone who has been there, done that, yet still hasn't turned his back to the World's Second Oldest Profession, and will hopefully show us a few more of his excellent acting tricks: Page Six
Enjoy your popcorn and try not to choke during a yawn!
Image via: http://www.wwaytv3.com
Friday, February 24, 2012
Valley of the Sads
When the Sun is in Pisces, you can expect your emotional interchanges to be more involved than usual - for good or ill - as feelings are closer to the surface. Look out if you're having relationship or any interpersonal conflicts, problems. It can get nasty out there for a month more than usual. On the contrary, should your Pis-ycon days send you into the wonderfully invigorating energy of inspiration, go for it if you are moved to write your novel, tune, thesis, or hedonistically over-indulge in almost everything. Eat, drink and be merry and all of that.
Despite the "sensitivity" associated with Pisces I can definitely attest to the fact that most of the Pisces WOMEN I have known can cut you off at the knees with one word or pointed stare, while having a full-on emotional breakdown moments later after reading the last page of Edith Wharton's "The Age of Innocence". Don't get me started. I'll be crying until this time tomorrow - yet again. Sheesh!
Most Pisces are a variety of fish from little guppies to sharks, unlikely to be as quickly (if ever) understood or "pegged" as easily as those with one animal, creature, or one symbol to reflect their astrological leanings. Pisces is represented by two fish swimming in opposite directions. And that symbol could not be truer for almost all Pisces - male or female - I have been close to in my life.
So, that's the most superficial overview concerning Pisces and our well-known moods/sensitivities; good hearts/black or white arts (depending...) I can pull together today as I work through this peculiar onset of ennui.
Or, could be I'm a bit irked at yet another "Gardener" using a loud blower to clean a neighbor's property as I sit outside trying to breathe in the pervading scent of jasmine blossom - blooming nearby, appreciate a very clear, sunny, warm day in the waning days of February while watching squirrels leap from tree-to-tree. Really. It's true. Quite urbany-bucolic, isn't it?
Yep. I'm feeling that moody Pisces thang again. The creative side doesn't feel like writing today and is in conflict with the other side that is ambitious and willing to leap over what may just be a temporary Major Sad Moment and get on with writing a coherent blog post about something or other.
I've kinda done just that by writing how I feel about not writing as a creative outlet today, haven't I? Alright then, having satisfied one part of the Pisces Opposite Direction Dilemma, I'll now take leave of the written word, brood a bit more to ensure that I am indeed a Pisces, before diving over to the other side of the stream in which the other fish of me swims in the path of the sun, bringing-out the light, silly, or at least emotionally content person, desirous of spending the remainder of the day turning to other avenues of expression for inspiration and a gradual climb out of the Valley of the Sads.
It's Friday. Be safe and have fun whatever you're doing....
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Thursday, February 23, 2012
It's Tidbits Time
Morbid? Typical? Distasteful? At least one site shows respect for Whitney's open casket pic: Playing Nice
Don't open that special bottle of wine you've been saving for 100 years: Ka-Ching-Ching
Look! It's another UFO! Maybe? Lotsa Sightings Not Mentioned In Mainstream Media
Okay, okay. It's Big Gossip Newz! Read the latest: Betcha This Isn't A New Development
Need a laugh or three? I Do
Thank God his wife didn't cook ribs: Shoulda Slipped A Chill Pill In It
Politicians really, really value their families: The Family Parade Charade
That's it for today.....
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Mr. Sanctimonious' Drivel Diss
Santorum's mind-boggling, common sense-numbing comments and self-righteous attitude are/is/could be/might be/probably is/are the epitome of why I have a vast distaste for religious-based rhetoric.
I believe that anyone who places their personal religious preferences, beliefs and jargon into almost every conversation or speech is pushing their agenda on others - whether it be Islamic, Christian, Buddhist.... Unless one is recruiting for their cause in an environment where those who want to learn more about the religion and/or teachers, it just feels wrong and I, for one, am tired of it and will not stop disagreeing with politicians in particular who use "The Lord Jesus" or any other religious figure/ideology as the cornerstone of their candidacy. And Santorum is doing just that despite his denials.
The guy is now claiming that statements he made about religion in 2008 should not be brought up now that he is running for Prez because his only concern NOW is about creating jobs and fixing the economy. Really, Rick? What plans do you have for that, may I ask? Dumping Public Education? Doing so will create jobs? Barring women from having abortions - this will help the economy? So far, beyond a few remarks on the true crisis in the country (economy) all you, Mr. Ricky-Dick, seem to care about is Religion. Religion. Religion. Fine. Take it back to church where it belongs.
Per Politico, this is the latest nattering from Santorum to the media concerning accusations such as mine: (For reference, the "forces" are Lucifer and Liberals, which, in his world, are one and the same.)
"You guys are asking questions that are not relevant to what's being discussed in America today. What we're talking about in America is trying to get America working, that's what my speeches are about, that's what we're going to talk about in this campaign. If they want to to dig up old speeches when I'm talking to a religious group, they can go right ahead and do so but I'm going to stay on message, I'm going to talk about what Americans want to talk about, which is creating jobs, getting our country safer and secure and yeah, taking on the forces around this world who want to do harm to America. You bet I will take 'em on."
Well then, I'm taking you on, Mr. Sweater Vest. (He's so much fun. How many names can we give him? The Lord Vest-In-Threats? Mr. Preppy Chest? Mr. I-Don't-Know-How-To-Dress-Mess?)
First, I'd like to dispel the assumption that if I have a problem with "Organized Religion" I am against the spirit of religion, or that I am an atheist. I am none of that. And, as I have taken shots at religion and people who use it for what I perceive to be less-than-true or opportunistic means, I believe that readers who have supported this blog (one way or another) deserve to understand what is beneath my queefs.
What I believe - written in an absolutely non-academic or literary fashion: We, the human race, are here on this earth and have no real idea why or how - in reality. Obviously, some-thing or some-body or some-energy made not only our planet but the "Universe." Ergo; there is something going on we don't really know beyond what Science tells us with regard to time and black holes and comets and other planets and what revolves around what....
There is also something happening in another realm of our reality that we call the "Spiritual" level, which can also be lumped into the "Faith" category. Strange, incredible things happen in our lives and in the lives of others. An energy within us can be tapped to view "reality" in whatever way we choose - or what we may attract (which is basically the same thing - conscious or subconscious).
Loving Jesus, or a leader of a faith, is everyone's right. But it is not right to run a country on one, and only one, belief or faith. It is dangerous. See all historical references from all faiths regarding the many wars that "Religion" has spawned.
C'mon, people! Just chill. You have chosen your faith, others have chosen theirs, and even more have dabbled in various faith-based doctrines and guidance to find their way. It's not all bad news. It becomes as such when the muddied halo surrounding the Religion of Choice tells me I'm going to Hell if I do not agree with them.
Am I planning to slay Mr. Sanctimonious because he is a Christian? No! I slam him because, as written in previous posts, he wants to send us back to the Stone Age based on HIS religious beliefs, which, quite frankly, do not reflect the full picture. Meaning - one religion, one belief system, is not always the FINAL ANSWER!
I have had what might be considered "miracles." I do believe in a Higher Being. I simply believe in what may be deemed as "faith" on a different level than those who come together to agree, celebrate, elucidate, educate, in a temple or church of one specific faith/belief system.
But I will not preach to you about my beliefs. I have more than just the surface explanation going on within my life. I will write about how I feel as a blogger. But you will never "hear" me suggesting that any of you are going to Hell because you disagree with me. Nor will you find me (and others who are of like mind) constantly forcing my fairly unorthodox beliefs upon you. My opinion? Yes. My agenda? No way!
I do continue to enjoy taking anyone to task who is a pious jerk. (Yep. That's my opinion.) And, to make a few of you laugh and others completely disgusted, here is one of the most creative anti-Santorum ditties to date: Ricky-Dick's Porn-um
Bottom line? I believe in a God, maybe not YOUR GOD, but an energy that is absolutely beyond a comprehensive explanation in such a short blog as this (despite its already lengthy space).
And, I truly resent the Rick Santorum's of this world when they play with religion to win political races and generate further discord during a time in our country when coming together is more important than ever.
I have so much more to say/write that would be far more articulate if I were talking to you rather than writing. It would also help if I had another cup of tea. For now, however, this is a writing blog. Perhaps one day I'll share my voice via an audio feed and then, perhaps then, my tone may be found to be far more gentle than my currently quasi-edgy-blunted "pen."
*Note: For background, I was raised a Presbyterian. My father was a Deacon in our church. I sang in the church choir. I did not have any negative experiences concerning "my" religion. I was a participant in a Bible Study class to become a member of our church. As I learned more about the world, religions, and alternative beliefs, I followed my heart and mind which led me to a decision that no one really knows the "Truth" and that life, no matter from where it came, is sacred, special, miraculous. Most of all; there can be no light without darkness. Thus, the power and fact of Yin and Yang. One cannot exist without the other.
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Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Just One of Those Days
Will catch up with you all later......
Monday, February 20, 2012
Bonus Post of the Day
Had to share the following article: THIS ONE A very distinct, honest look at the media coverage (or lack thereof), delving into the increasing cross-cultural tragedy of addiction. This is not a somber, sappy or lecturing article. It has just the "right" tone. And, it is extremely well-written.
Hey Rick, I Don't Like You
One day Newt rips Mitt a new one over something. Then someone else slams Newt for hypocrisy. Now Newt is allowing his wife, Callista, to wave her bejeweled hand to the unwashed masses and, at the same time, open her mouth to speak.
Oh, those political wives. They'll say and do anything to help their man get into that big white house in that swampy town of DC. Until they actually have to live in that place. As with Romney's fortune and 9,000 homes across the land the size of little villages, Newt lives a nice life as well, and I doubt that Callista will approve the decor of the aging house just as Nancy Reagan found herself in less-than-luxurious surroundings compared to her previous abodes when she and her "Ronnie" were its inhabitants. Does anyone recall the "stir" when Nancy changed the china to something nicer than what had been offered? Oh my! She was vilified! NEW china? Heaven forbid! Wasn't the country in a recession then - or something?
Oh, those political wives. They'll say and do anything to help their man get into that big white house in that swampy town of DC. Until they actually have to live in that place. As with Romney's fortune and 9,000 homes across the land the size of little villages, Newt lives a nice life as well, and I doubt that Callista will approve the decor of the aging house just as Nancy Reagan found herself in less-than-luxurious surroundings compared to her previous abodes when she and her "Ronnie" were its inhabitants. Does anyone recall the "stir" when Nancy changed the china to something nicer than what had been offered? Oh my! She was vilified! NEW china? Heaven forbid! Wasn't the country in a recession then - or something?
Writing of the political circus beyond a few remarks from time-to-time has lost its cotton-candy appeal now that Rick Santorum (aka Mr. Sanctimonious) has continued to bring religion into the discourse. Now, that's not funny. Nor remotely humorous. Or American, if one is to hearken back to the Constitution regarding the "Separation of Church and State" that I referenced yesterday in a link to Santorum's accusation against President Obama for not following the "Bible" in his leadership.
Such broad, absurd pronouncements, make me mad. Bible-thumping in politics brings the Flogging Whip into play. Why? Doesn't he too have free speech? Sure he does. BUT, he is a public figure; running for the highest office in the land, as it were, parroting the narrow beliefs of his "base" - which, I must say, is "base" within the slurs, racial innuendos, and accusations of every kind, as well as the extraordinary disrespect the GOPer's have shown toward their President. No one, not one President of the U.S. in modern times, has ever received such crass disrespect via the infamous shouted "You lie" during a speech.
Or publicly taken to task (it was to appear) on an airstrip as Governor Brewer of AZ did a few weeks ago apparently to make herself look strong to her Republican constituents. MAJOR DISRESPECT NO MATTER WHAT THE PROBLEM INVOLVED.
In the midst of the most embarrassing, lying, inarticulate moments, years' worth, of George W's presidency, no Democrat ever screamed at him in public despite the ill-will. Tell me, where is the "Love thy neighbour" thingy when certain peeps don't get their way? Goes right out the door when they leave church, doesn't it?
Or publicly taken to task (it was to appear) on an airstrip as Governor Brewer of AZ did a few weeks ago apparently to make herself look strong to her Republican constituents. MAJOR DISRESPECT NO MATTER WHAT THE PROBLEM INVOLVED.
In the midst of the most embarrassing, lying, inarticulate moments, years' worth, of George W's presidency, no Democrat ever screamed at him in public despite the ill-will. Tell me, where is the "Love thy neighbour" thingy when certain peeps don't get their way? Goes right out the door when they leave church, doesn't it?
Santorum's recent insinuations, direct blatherings (from which he is backing-away - to an extent) is a mind-set I fear the most for tossing America into the current toilet. Using religion as a deflection tactic is yet another way the GOP is attempting to ensure that their "audience" focuses on religion, rather than the economy; to deflect from how the GOP has refused to aid its country in the name of political mud-slinging; to flaunt the fact that Obama doesn't get up in front of a podium and start preaching to the choir. The issue is, I and many (millions) of people in the U.S. don't want our politicians making decisions based on their religion - whatever it may be.
And, if those who wish to use their religion as the backbone for tearing-down Obama, I believe a refresher from the Bible may be in order: There are six things that the Lord hates, seven that are an abomination to him: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked plans, feet that make haste to run to evil, a false witness who breathes out lies, and one who sows discord among brothers. Proverbs.
And, if those who wish to use their religion as the backbone for tearing-down Obama, I believe a refresher from the Bible may be in order: There are six things that the Lord hates, seven that are an abomination to him: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked plans, feet that make haste to run to evil, a false witness who breathes out lies, and one who sows discord among brothers. Proverbs.
The bellowing of the "Right" is that the U.S. is no longer what it used to be. (Meaning: NOT TOTALLY WHITE.) Immoral. (Meaning: NOT ALL CHRISTIAN.)
You know something, you Santorum-type people? If you so dislike the way in which the country is run during a crisis created by a string of president's over the years, why don't YOU GUYS LEAVE?
I know that I and others have become so disgusted with the actions of both the Congress and a few of the moves Obama has made that we have commented on leaving the States. Nope. Changed my mind for now. As I just wrote, Mr. Sanctimonious and friends, YOU GO AWAY and live someone else where Religion rules the actions of governments. Or, go find your own island. I'm sure between Mitt and Newt and the Koch brothers and all of the other hidden billionaires who fund the top GOP campaigns, they can afford to create their own Promised Land...with no "Big Government" interference other than that little hidden Camcorder in everyone's bedroom and doctor's office.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
The Latest Tidbits
Tell me true; what is in the U.S. drinking water? WTF #254
Facebook is pissing people off - again: Blood vs Sex
And again.... To Friend Or Not To Friend
Everyone likes Kevin now: Back On Track?
Uh, Mr. Sanctimonious, there is this thing called "Separation of Church and State." DUH
Oh, Bobby, Bobby! Drama Peen?
That's it for the day.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Carry On, Brothers & Sisters
Amen!
Image via: AP, http://photos.denverpost.com
Friday, February 17, 2012
Dueling Fandangos
The only problem I have with two quite strong stories/events occurring within the same time frame is that both were/are fabulous singers, with Adele adding songwriting credits to her resumé, and both of their biggest hits are dueling it out in my head 24/7.
One minute I hear the soaring sounds of Whitney's "I Will Always Love You" interspersed with "Rolling In The Deep." One moment I'm loving someone forever and the next "we could have had it all..." It can work back-to-back. A creative DJ can blend it, mix it, go back and forth, tweaking the controls until a quasi-symphony of pathos and current joy can be married to express both sides of the Love Issue in a fabulous dance of sorts. Sure, one can click their fingers, tap their feet, to Adele's hit. With Whitney's, it is a slow dance indeed - if one wants to dance, that is, to a heart-piercing pronouncement of undying devotion.
For now, I know not of anyone doing this, mixing-it-up, although I'm sure someone will (if not already up on YouTube), thus I'm still finding myself roaming around with the highs and lows of the lovely music playing in my very own inner CD player. But there is a slight struggle. One side of my body wants to lay down and sob, the other wants to look heaven's way and sigh and smile. Good thing I have an astrology chart that explains how I can exist in some form of sanity with conflicting desires.
Thanks again, Ladies, for your talent. And Adele, keep on falling in love with the very wrongest guy you can find. It is obviously the one part of Love that has been good to you. Honest.
I certainly can relate. Many times in my life I have agonized "We Could Have Had It All." And, there are a few beings on this planet I will alwaaaaaaays loooove...
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Thursday, February 16, 2012
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Who Deserves A Flog Today?
Harrumph!
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Pissy Hits
I could write about how I (and others) believe the excessive stage time given to Chris Brown at the Grammy Awards was in more than poor taste regardless of the fact that Rihanna has apparently forgiven the thugster for beating her from hell and back a few years ago, showing very little remorse for his actions and continuing to act like a full-on ass now that he has that little statue in his brutal fist.
I mean, why not have Chris Brown yell and jump around a stage doing several different numbers when it's clear that within the music industry there are apparently not enough musicians and singers around to fill in the performance slots. We all love Chris Brown, right? We can't get enough of him, right? So, let's give him more performances in one night than someone from, let's say, the Jazz genre? Or would a moment of classical fare been too stuffy for the viewers? Sure. As if keeping Chris' face on your TV screen kept everyone from changing the channel. Well, it didn't. But never mind. It's all old news and the damage has been done. Mr. Brown's tweeting that everyone can go eff themselves now that he has his Grammy. Good for you, Mr. Azzhat. Getting an award doesn't guarantee continued success.
But enough of that. My point is how absolutely dull the current news is despite Nancy Grace's attempts to see a conspiracy in the death of Whitney Houston. Say what, Nancy? Did you dance with too many stars swirling through you head last season? Zzzzzzz.
And what about international news, you might ask? How about a few words on what's going on elsewhere? Good question. I don't know about you but with regard to Syria, I say let them work it out. Why does anyone else have to come to the rescue? In fact, I'm getting tired of the U.S. always going to everyone else's rescue while ignoring our own homeless, sick, poor. How about sending some of that money set aside for wars to rebuild the towns, industries and lives of those who live on our own soil for a change?
But that's not gonna happen anytime soon, is it?
Despite cutting Defense spending, Washington will always ensure that we have enough gold left in Fort Knox to help other countries in times of disasters. Forget what our Constitution says about not interfering in the causes, etc. of other countries. Let's keep pouring those dollars into countries where yet another horrendous earthquake is bound to topple an entire city while victims of Katrina continue to wait for much-delayed paperwork to retrieve their own property while they languish in FEMA trailers after how many years now?
Yep. That's where the Flogging Whip is at today. Wildly flinging it's little lashes at anything it sees and hears. And, although I'm writing about how dull part of the news may be of late, we are certain to be in the midst of another "calm before the storm" of something before The Huffington Post puts up another huge headline to take over half of our computer screens.
I guess we should all take the day off with regard to the news unless redundancy is your friend.
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Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Who Deserves A Flog Today?
Monday, February 13, 2012
The Talk of Monday
What else to say? It was quite a news-filled weekend with the death of Whitney Houston, the drama with her daughter's need for medical attention due to reported anxiety, the also reported heart-wrenching "hysterical" "inconsolable" brokenhearted reactions from her mother, Cissy; cousin, Dionne; ex-husband, Bobby Brown...and others. The sadness is so thick in Hollywood that yesterday's sunny weather has slipped into an overcast gloom as the reality sets in. The once very chatty birds are still hanging-out in the trees, but are unusually silent. Just following the mood, I guess.
It's not just that Whitney Houston passed away, an apparent (thus far not confirmed) victim of Prescription Drugs combined with alcohol, but that so many musicians, actors, actresses, authors, are dropping from the earth at what would seem to be an alarming rate these days. Some with the aid of legal substances via abuse.
The death-by-drugs scenario is far from new, particularly for those who were around when music icons of the 60's and 70's took their Southern Comfort with a grain of heroin and other such means as their bodies waved goodbye while their music and legacy moved-up the Billboard charts and right back straight to the heart in memorandum.
So, as many wring their hands, tongues, words, around this trend, citing "had someone just intervened" ...the bottom line is that addiction knows no class or colour, and all of that....... And indications are that many had tried to intervene in Whitney's situation. Perhaps a few had given-up or were living in denial regarding what was really going down. In the end, it doesn't matter. If one is on the road to self-destruct, despite all of the best intentions possible, they will find a sad, tragic end.
And now that the drugs that are increasingly taking and/or compromsing the lives of many who kick-on the Kleig Lights, are Legal, it's simply jumped another shark.
It's all too easy to feel immortal. Even if you aren't a music icon. Your quiet, suburban or, conversely, urban neighbourhood, most definitely harbors a mirror image of high profile substance and domestic abuse incidents, participants. They just don't end up on the cover of a tabloid.
Whatever the toxicology reports reveal in the cause of Miz Houston's death, I believe it's safe to link too many something's mixed with too many other something's = an unfortunate, final, combination.
Developing......
Sunday, February 12, 2012
True Diva
Apparently it was around the time I turned-off the TV, shut down the laptop, and went into a working mode on a house project for many hours before slipping off to sleep without checking the news. It had been just a normal Saturday, after all. Or so I thought.
And then, after a long and fruitful sleep (many interesting dreams), I awoke early; listened to the birds having quite a conversation (birds certainly love to talk to each other, don't they?), wandered off to the kitchen to make tea, feed my Little Familiar, returned to the bedroom, placed the laptop on my lap, turned it on and - Whoa! Whitney Houston has died!
It was momentarily rattling. And very sad. The more cynical among us point to the chances of her known substance abuse problems as being the cause of her death. It's happening now all over the Interwebs as people chat and comment on the news of her passing, that she had been on a self-destructive path, so why should everyone be so surprised? That it was inevitable.
Yes, it would seem that way despite word that she had cleaned-up her act and was on a comeback. After several embarrasing and disatrous comeback attempts over the last few years, another try seemed plausible, although it had become clear she had lost the purity of her once-pure voice and would still have a struggle to stay on course.
I'm sad. Inevitable or not, many people say they are shocked simply because she hasn't been going through public meltdowns or looking rough and overly tumbled-down by something heavy for a while, I would have thought the same had I not seen THIS the other day. (The author has written a nice tribute to her today in his most inimitable way.) After viewing the pictures, it was more than clear that something wasn't "right" with Miss Houston again.
What a sad tale, the rise and fall of yet another entertainment icon. Such talent, we all chime. What a waste, we shake our heads. It makes our hearts feel heavy while we always pull out their old music or films or TV shows or books..... We pay tribute regardless of what took the life of the icon. We do this because there was and is a reason why they became icons: they moved us in some way. They brought something special, inspirational, into our lives, often educating, uplifting, our minds and spirits. They were (or had been) the best in their field.
So, today the world mourns yet another who is "gone too soon."
As someone wrote on Twitter in response to the news of Whitney's death, "Enough already!"
I agree.
The Grammy Awards are planning a tribute to Whitney. Only a True Diva would die the day before the Grammy Awards! And I write with a wry smile. Good for you, Miss Houston! The Grammy's will be almost all about you in one way or another - in private conversation to a major public celebration of your great tunes and pitch-perfect delivery. You deserve the attention. Your timing is, once again, perfect!
Bravo! And RIP.
ADDITIONAL NOTE: Sincere condolences to all who knew, loved, and cared-for Whitney.
Image via: http://www.speroforum.com
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Deep Thoughts
OMG. I'm doing it again! It's another Saturday and the last thing I want to do is write or think about anything beyond contemplating why Katy Perry chose to wear what appears to be her dress on her head at a Grammy-related function.
If she's feeling that confidant these days, then what in the world will she wear to the actual Grammy Awards tomorrow night? We shall see, won't we?
The Flogging Whip is anxious to send a few of the NARAS executives to the woodshed based on their changes for Grammy categories this and next year. Among the changes - excluding the category in which I once received two Grammy nominations: Best Spoken Word Album for Children. *
More than a few people are upset about all of this change and exclusion. But, for now the Whip is still sleeping, and as it's an overcast day, perfect for sleeping-in, I'll let it rest - for now.
I'd rather post another interesting music video, this time not a visually-cheesy one as so many I have posted of late have looked. Too bad I like the music but rarely the visuals.....
How about another one with Pavarotti singing with an unlikely partner?
(NARAS, know that in the future we'll be swinging at your door, so to speak, as it were.)
* (Details Here)
Image via: Getty
Friday, February 10, 2012
Weekly Tidbits
The weekly stroll through the Interwebs....
Cupcakes are isolationistic and should be analyzed to death: Strange Take On The Cake
Someone finally woke-up and smelled the awfee-ness of a once brilliant show: CuddyLess
This is why I loathe most of the high-profile GOPer's: Yes I Believe Rick's A Dick
This is an interesting development. Perceive at your own sweet or cynical twist: Hmmm
At first I thought this was another The Onion satire: But It's Not
Perhaps someone else should not have been born: Off Key
Sleeping on the job is one thing, but c'mon guys! Who's Porny Now?
If you thought your Dad was a bit testy, few can beat this one: Daddy's Little Power Display
That's all she wrote....
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Oh No-No-No You Don't!
Image via: http://www.presstv.ir
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
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