I’ve tripped over them, connected them to the wrong outlets, tripped over them again, cursed them and tripped over them a tenth time. But tonight, after a most chaotic week, all the male connectors are having intercourse with the female ones. (Why is coaxial cable homophobic)?
Ah, fuck it, I’m done.
Why do I watch TV shows starring miserable people who say and do ignorant things? All in the pursuit of new material.
So one of the alleged housewives shows up at some fashion event with a screaming queen she introduces as her “day gay.” Said queen squeals his approval — Yay, I’m an accessory with a catchphrase. Paris Hilton’s chihuahua has more self-respect.
Needless to say I’m in the minority within my minority group.
The real Bela Lugosi is interviewed after leaving a SoCal sanitarium. Best line: “I have an assignment playing a small part in ‘The Ghoul Goes West’ … Eddie Wood’s going to be the producer.”
Do the neighbor’s dogs yap incessantly? I didn’t ask, and the landlord didn’t tell.