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the woot bag of crap, minus the woot
05/30/2010 = 08:41 AM

I have nothing deep or profound to offer.

My birthday is setting a record. It happened back in the beginning of April; here it is, nearly June, and I just got a new potato masher, a new penguin t-shirt from the Mom, and a new vertical ice-tray out of which even I and my arthritis can get the ice orbs (they're egg-shaped, not cubes).

Of the three dead celebrities that always come in threes, in sequence from "most depressed" to "don't much care" are Art Linkletter, Dennis Hopper, and Gary Coleman.

Although I will say this of Gary Coleman: I was kind of curious, in a nosy but not concerned sense, as to what he fell off of that caused the fatal cranial injury. He's a celebrity (sort of) and this is the sort of sensational bullshit that the blood-starved public such as I want to know.

So I heard his estranged (from all reports, by his choice, at least partly due to the fact that they stole all his money) parents are upset that no one notified them of his death.

However, when I read the news article with more details, it quoted his estranged mother as wondering if Coleman had fallen down the stairs, fallen in the tub, what?

And I'm thinking, damn, lady, at least I'm a total stranger and I admit to being a rubbernecker; what's your excuse?

Whatever.

I'm chuffed that they've got James McEvoy to play Charles Xavier in the next X-Men prequel.

Translation for the Mom: the attractive actor who played Tumnus in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe will be playing a young version of Patrick Stewart's X-Men character.

Still not sure why they call it "X-Men" though. I've always felt they had a fairly even mix of males and females.

I came up with a not-great solution to the BP spillage. Dump in a load of eggs and wait for a hurricane. Gulf of Mayonnaise.

It's no worse than anything BP's come up with, so far, and it's at least as good as anything my friends (including my cousin-in-law — hi, That Man of Juma's) came up with. Most of them said Sham-Wow. A few even said they'd throw in the Slap Chop ("you're gonna love my nuts") but you know they can't do this all day.

Seth McFarlane from Family Guy won a Reuben for animation. Mind you, my first thought then becomes, I should have concentrated more on art than writing. I could get a free Reuben and maybe this one wouldn't, like the last one I had, contain too much Russian dressing.

As regards Doctor Who, I think I might love the new baby-Doctor, but the more I see of the new Companion, the less I like her, and without giving away any spoilers to the BBC-America viewers (who are about two episodes behind me) she just lost the only aspect that kept her from being completely gee-I-hope-he-gets-a-new-Companion-soon to me.

They better pick it up for her character, is all I'm saying.

Also, I hope I'm wrong about the "good man" Dr. Song will kill.

Oh, right. Forgot you don't care about that.

I just don't want someday to forget that I do.

Tags: random

drinking: ice water, with new ice orby-thingies
listening to: Tool, Parabola
for the record, don't care about: sex and the city 2, lindsay lohan, or american idol