UPDATE: Since publication, this post has gone through at least twenty edits. Give it another chance if the first round was more than clumsy.
Thank God I chose yesterday as a "Day Off" rather than today, or else I would have missed the grand opportunity to follow half-heartedly in The Huffington Post's cyber steps via their announcement in 3 tier-high huge headlines, "PREGNANT" with a pic of British flags in the background and none other than Kate Middleton in the foreground.
See? I told you I believed the rumours this time around. How anyone could overlook The Duchess of Cambridge's need to throw-up in one of her last public appearances was not paying attention. In fact, a bad case of The Nausea's has sent the mother-to-be to seek treatment and bed rest in a medical facility we in America call, "the hospital" and the British say "in hospital." The Royal Family can breathe deep now that an heir of one sex or another is on its bejeweled journey into The Monarchy.
Whew! Step 2 has been realized. #1 having been the marriage, of course. And for all of us Commoners The World Over, this confirmed-by-the-palace bit of news IS MAJOR! It affects so many lives and will bring Peace & Prosperity to all the Serfs Of The Land! A huge sigh or relief can also be heard by the editors of magazines who may now move forward to weekly speculations of every sort until The Blessed Day Of Birth arrives! We'll see new stories every week: Kate Worried That She'll Miscarry; Prince William Tells Kate She's Looking Fat; Strain Over Bearing An Heir Causes Kate To Fall Apart; Prince Harry And Kate Bond Over Baby While William Is Absent; Pippa's' Secret Heartache: Jealous Of Kate; Rumours Fly Over Royal Baby's Ginger Hair – you know how it goes.
Beyond those History-Making For What It's Worth Headlines declaring The Big Hooray! in the symbolic focus on Baby-Makers in a Royal Lineage, I don't want to do it – the following – I don't, really. But I MUST, write what everyone else is writing on news or gossip sites. Nope. It's Not Original to slam-on the next victim of the 27 Club, nor is it even decent to project a demise. BUT how can we not? This mess is getting Way Serious Over Even The Most Cynical Heads. Regardless, I'm mentioning THE NEXT whack on the arse of Lindsay Low-Hand – as in, the IRS have frozen all of her bank accounts due to her failure to settle with them in a timely fashion after discovering she owed a few thousand here and there for the past few years (and more).
Wanna know more without having to Google it? Look No Further Than Here….
You know, what can anyone say or write about this enormously public pathetic breakdown/meltdown/down-down way in which Low-Hand is deconstructing on an escalating basis. The sheet is hitting the fan she places in front of her whenever she takes a candid stroll to anywhere so that thee wind may whistle in the empty cavern of the space between her ears.
I've gone through sections of my life where either through my irresponsibility/poor judgment, as well as Timing And Beyond My Control elements some may call "Karma" – have brought me to the self-destructive edges. I flirt with some of them to this day. Somehow I lived. However; I'm much, much older than a 26-year-old "kid" who is falling apart in front of our eyes while The Obvious Refusal to seek help or deal with the truth that she has a "problem" with anything at all while blaming everyone else for her predicaments will be the death of her. It already has ruined her career.
Sad, all of it.
The FISCAL CLIFF freak-outs are now in the Expected Full Force in both Gubnet and Bull Street Top Concerns as we not-so-gently go into the next Holiday Slightly Dim Bright Lights of Christmas, Hanukkah….and so on. In an odd way, allowing the U.S. to purposely dive into the fascinatingly dangerous economic free-fall may end up as smooth as Felix Baumgartner's flawless landing following his amazing surreal free-fall from space last month. Danger, death, shattered bones – not one of which happened, although, around the beginning, the ride became out of control, nearly spinning Baumgartner into oblivion until he regained control of his parachute-suit. Brilliant. I like to use that example of what the Economic Situation is going through in the U.S., as well as other countries such as Greece. Our once Solvent-Appearing Nation is now Spinning Wildly one second, stabilizing the next – affected by the oft-time equally turbulent sphere in which other country's are swatting-around ideas in moments of panic as if in the wake of Killer Bees.
Time to end this fascinating minor roundup from only a mere few of the Usually Not All That Important headlines many websites use to drive traffic their way. No one in Modern Civilized Society gives two-twits-in-a-twat over whether or not a young Prince and Not-In-Title-Princess are With Child! Somehow, I do despite completely comprehending how they are mere mortals and the adornments on which Human (and sometimes The Animal "Kingdom') Nature is Utterly Fascinated With Its' Self.
The above nugget of time-altering wisdom I just shared with you is now coming to a close. Distractions still abound. Relatives/friends spending a few days in town and in-house. For both Biz and Personal reasons, both Owner/Long-Time Friend & House-Mate has had guests, while the cool out-of-town family/friend visitor (originally from Beverly Hills as a kid; filled with fascinating stories of when George Clooney wanted to play with he and his then-BFF, Miguel Ferrer, George's cousin, when they were all quite young), met up with an old friend for an early breakfast here today over stellar marmalade's on toast.
And it's only just begun…the entertaining/visitors. For one who played a B&B-like hostess to friends (and sometimes their friends) for years, all the way down to leaving small samples of Créme de la Mer somethings-or-other on their pillows, not only are my samples now gone, but so is my desire to please so much. Although clean sheets and the best towels are always a must.
This winter, I know I'll need to be more than the cook and half-housecleaner. Hostess = Expected To Be Pleasant and offer a Perfect House devoid of the three thousand Dust Bunnies that gather here every week.
"God Grant Me The Serenity...... "
Thank God I chose yesterday as a "Day Off" rather than today, or else I would have missed the grand opportunity to follow half-heartedly in The Huffington Post's cyber steps via their announcement in 3 tier-high huge headlines, "PREGNANT" with a pic of British flags in the background and none other than Kate Middleton in the foreground.
See? I told you I believed the rumours this time around. How anyone could overlook The Duchess of Cambridge's need to throw-up in one of her last public appearances was not paying attention. In fact, a bad case of The Nausea's has sent the mother-to-be to seek treatment and bed rest in a medical facility we in America call, "the hospital" and the British say "in hospital." The Royal Family can breathe deep now that an heir of one sex or another is on its bejeweled journey into The Monarchy.
Whew! Step 2 has been realized. #1 having been the marriage, of course. And for all of us Commoners The World Over, this confirmed-by-the-palace bit of news IS MAJOR! It affects so many lives and will bring Peace & Prosperity to all the Serfs Of The Land! A huge sigh or relief can also be heard by the editors of magazines who may now move forward to weekly speculations of every sort until The Blessed Day Of Birth arrives! We'll see new stories every week: Kate Worried That She'll Miscarry; Prince William Tells Kate She's Looking Fat; Strain Over Bearing An Heir Causes Kate To Fall Apart; Prince Harry And Kate Bond Over Baby While William Is Absent; Pippa's' Secret Heartache: Jealous Of Kate; Rumours Fly Over Royal Baby's Ginger Hair – you know how it goes.
Beyond those History-Making For What It's Worth Headlines declaring The Big Hooray! in the symbolic focus on Baby-Makers in a Royal Lineage, I don't want to do it – the following – I don't, really. But I MUST, write what everyone else is writing on news or gossip sites. Nope. It's Not Original to slam-on the next victim of the 27 Club, nor is it even decent to project a demise. BUT how can we not? This mess is getting Way Serious Over Even The Most Cynical Heads. Regardless, I'm mentioning THE NEXT whack on the arse of Lindsay Low-Hand – as in, the IRS have frozen all of her bank accounts due to her failure to settle with them in a timely fashion after discovering she owed a few thousand here and there for the past few years (and more).
Wanna know more without having to Google it? Look No Further Than Here….
You know, what can anyone say or write about this enormously public pathetic breakdown/meltdown/down-down way in which Low-Hand is deconstructing on an escalating basis. The sheet is hitting the fan she places in front of her whenever she takes a candid stroll to anywhere so that thee wind may whistle in the empty cavern of the space between her ears.
I've gone through sections of my life where either through my irresponsibility/poor judgment, as well as Timing And Beyond My Control elements some may call "Karma" – have brought me to the self-destructive edges. I flirt with some of them to this day. Somehow I lived. However; I'm much, much older than a 26-year-old "kid" who is falling apart in front of our eyes while The Obvious Refusal to seek help or deal with the truth that she has a "problem" with anything at all while blaming everyone else for her predicaments will be the death of her. It already has ruined her career.
Sad, all of it.
The FISCAL CLIFF freak-outs are now in the Expected Full Force in both Gubnet and Bull Street Top Concerns as we not-so-gently go into the next Holiday Slightly Dim Bright Lights of Christmas, Hanukkah….and so on. In an odd way, allowing the U.S. to purposely dive into the fascinatingly dangerous economic free-fall may end up as smooth as Felix Baumgartner's flawless landing following his amazing surreal free-fall from space last month. Danger, death, shattered bones – not one of which happened, although, around the beginning, the ride became out of control, nearly spinning Baumgartner into oblivion until he regained control of his parachute-suit. Brilliant. I like to use that example of what the Economic Situation is going through in the U.S., as well as other countries such as Greece. Our once Solvent-Appearing Nation is now Spinning Wildly one second, stabilizing the next – affected by the oft-time equally turbulent sphere in which other country's are swatting-around ideas in moments of panic as if in the wake of Killer Bees.
Time to end this fascinating minor roundup from only a mere few of the Usually Not All That Important headlines many websites use to drive traffic their way. No one in Modern Civilized Society gives two-twits-in-a-twat over whether or not a young Prince and Not-In-Title-Princess are With Child! Somehow, I do despite completely comprehending how they are mere mortals and the adornments on which Human (and sometimes The Animal "Kingdom') Nature is Utterly Fascinated With Its' Self.
The above nugget of time-altering wisdom I just shared with you is now coming to a close. Distractions still abound. Relatives/friends spending a few days in town and in-house. For both Biz and Personal reasons, both Owner/Long-Time Friend & House-Mate has had guests, while the cool out-of-town family/friend visitor (originally from Beverly Hills as a kid; filled with fascinating stories of when George Clooney wanted to play with he and his then-BFF, Miguel Ferrer, George's cousin, when they were all quite young), met up with an old friend for an early breakfast here today over stellar marmalade's on toast.
And it's only just begun…the entertaining/visitors. For one who played a B&B-like hostess to friends (and sometimes their friends) for years, all the way down to leaving small samples of Créme de la Mer somethings-or-other on their pillows, not only are my samples now gone, but so is my desire to please so much. Although clean sheets and the best towels are always a must.
This winter, I know I'll need to be more than the cook and half-housecleaner. Hostess = Expected To Be Pleasant and offer a Perfect House devoid of the three thousand Dust Bunnies that gather here every week.
"God Grant Me The Serenity...... "
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