Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Invisible man who can sing in a visible voice

Vacay/Beach Bubble Habitation Perception Thingies:

-- I caught the Kanye thing when CNN repeated it. I was hungover and eating candy for breakfast. "George Bush doesn't care about (fill in here whatever you think he doesn't care about, there's plenty to choose from)" was the second-most used catchphrase of the weekend.

-- So. When the group finally caught the news re: Rehnquist, we thought it was hypothetical.

CNN: "What will happen with Rehnquist's death?"
LJG: "I don't know, but that's a little rude, don't you think?"


-- The actual winner in Overused Quotes for the Weekend was Whitney Houston's "KISSMYASS!" Have you seen the Bravo trainwreck that is "Being Bobby Brown" yet? Damn, Gina. DAMN. This is the reason we kept missing newsworthy items: "Being Bobby Brown" was on.

-- Beach trips are really just "family board game nights" fueled by cases of Miller Lite and cheap red wine in juice glasses. We didn't get so far as to charades, but one bazillion rounds of the "Name Game*" were played. Hint: avoid playing the Name Game with highly educated lawyers. You pull a Keenan Ivory Wayans or Marky Mark, thinking you is hot shit; and it's promptly replied to with "William Makepeace Thackeray." That being said, one lawyer didn't know what "tranny" was when it was played in Scrabble earlier that same night. (Second hint: "tranny" is not a real word, according to the Scrabble dictionary. Nice try, Nabob!)

-- The dog is a total chickenshit when it comes to water. But, he's adorable. There were, what, 8 people together this weekend? 8 lovely, fascinating, extremely good looking people in swimsuits, and my entire camera is filled with photos of the dog?

It's official: I am that woman.

-- Cue lyrics to Mariah Carey's "Hero."

-- Besides mass emails from Planned Parenthood and PETA, my hotmail account (routing for all things liberal mailing list/Phoenix University MBA offers) has been flooded with indignant missives on NOLA/politics from my hippie cousin (built farmhouses in Muncie, teaches agriculture in Cheektowaga.) HOLY COW. I'd repost these, but I think Blogga's servers would explode.

-- October 2004 National Geographic

-- Phew: Alex Chilton, no longer missing, instead spotted in a bar. How very rock and roll.

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That's it. Today officially starts detox for me, all dark leafy greens and wheat germ and shit. If I never see another fast food hamburger/Red Stripe meal combo, it will still be too soon. I had terrible nightmares last night: they were about the BTK killer strangling people on rafts; the Superdome falling like the towers on 9-11. In the background, my high school's marching band played "Tusk," a la USC. Although, I don't know that this weekend's dietary choices can be held wholly responsible for such dreams.

* EDIT: Thank you, Miss SNM, for bringing this to my attention. The best "Name Game" offer was Meredith Baxter-Joyner, an unholy combination of Florence Griffith-Joyner and Meredith Baxter-Birney. And it was stated with such confidence. MoJo!


the Nabob said...

RL Burnside died? Damn. The new North Mississippi AllStars' album better be good.

See No Monkeys said...

I want to see a picture of Meredith Baxter-Joyner. Now.

The Governess said...



the Nabob said...

by the way, that TRANNY play cost me the game. My first scrabble loss in years.