It's all over the news, Heath Ledger died. Apparently this is some kind of tragedy. Not that dying isn't always a tragedy to your family and friends, but this is supposedly a newsworthy tragedy - and I'm sure other than a very short and inexpensive Obit in the local rag, I'll not get much in the way of news if it is me kicking the proverbial bucket.
I have no real clue who this "Heath Ledger" was. An actor, apparently, as they keep bringing up that he played a gay cowboy. I had no interest in seeing "Brokeback Mountain", so I really have no idea if he was such a talented actor as to make his death an international newsworthy "Tragedy" or not.
Caffeine "Energy Drinks". Bleh. They taste like warm, flat lemon-lime gatorade. Eugh. Even when they are cold, they taste warm. Why not just drink coffee? I'm unimpressed - and the fact that a model who bears a very striking resemblence to Paris the Drunken Sleaze is used advertising one of them on a billboard on my way to work is reason enough to NEVER buy one!!!
Speaking of the Drunken Sleaze - why do we care? Why do we see her name, or that of the Drunken Bald Mommy, all over Yahoo News every freaking week? Granted, she has a shapely little skinny body - but other than that (Grampa is NOT giving her his billions), what is so fascinating about this brainless twat? Or is that the point, boys? *snicker*
It's getting to where I feel like a stranger in a strange land... the world I knew is gone, and there is this cellophane-wrapped neon-colored strobe-lighted fantasyland that is replacing it.
I'm unimpressed.
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Hi Sew, I'm taking a blogging break but will be around checking up on folks. I can't believe you actually got someone to go back and move their big gas-eater. If we did that around here we'd get our lights punched out and our headlights, too. Gender makes no difference. The world thinks Canadians are all polite and nice. HA
I didn't know about him either, I don't pay much attention to the stars of today.
Other than to bitch about them at times.
I made a man move his pickup a few months ago, I'm not putting up with that crap. I'll make them move something with a tire iron in my hand if I have to.
Clap, clap, clap, clap. 'Bout time someone put things right. In the words of an old television show here's "A Big Hand For The Little Lady."
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