16 March, 2000
Alec Baldwin is a schmuck. I used to think he was hot, but then he married Kim Basinger, made a lot of bad movies and entertained hopes of embarking on a political career. Basically, he got really lame really fast. So, add to this the fact that he's running a scam of a cancer charity, and this transcript of him being the babbling idiot that he is, trying to justify said scam of a charity, on the Howard Stern Show. In regard to the criticism that has been heaped upon this 'charity' in several publications -- including the Forbes list of the five worst charities -- for over a year, Alec's first line of defense is to ask his critics, 'What have you got against breast cancer research?' Okay, this guy DEFINITELY has something to hide if that's his comeback; to accuse your critics of being against breast cancer research in an attempt to deflect attention from your dodgy dealings and corrupt charity is about as low as a celeb can get, is it not? Say it with me: Bugger. Off.
How hot is Benjamin Netanyahu? He's Israeli, he's got white hair and he's a right-winger, but I loves me some Bibi. Thanks to the endlessly witty, resourceful and awesome bstewart, who unfortunately doesn't have a homepage for me to link to him -- he even taught me the proper spelling of 'Netanyahu'! What a guy.
Some guy went around Newcastle, Essex and London, asking workers if they'd trade their usual lunches for sushi. I find the results fairly predictable.
Lest you think I'm a Guiliani apologist, check out NYC resident Sars' thoughts on Guiliani, as well as her well-written anti-Hillary diatribe. Frankly, I think they're both rat droppings in the sewer of life, and I'm glad I don't have to choose one of them to vote for; for New York residents, the Election Day ritual of choosing the lesser of two evils has a new, more intense meaning. Poor them.
I loathe Hillary Clinton. I mean, I revile this woman. So I'm not really shocked that she's sending out fundraising letters that attempt to link Rudy Guiliani with David Duke; she managed her husband's 'bimbo eruptions' (so-called by Clinton's campaign manager) with the ritual threatening of public humilation to those women with whom he'd committed adultery, so this kind of thing is right up her alley.
Yet more proof that Alan Dershowitz is an ass! Whee!
According to this report, Americans are opting not to respond to the detailed questions of Census 2000, preferring to pay the $100 fine for non-compliance. I don't know what to make of this, but I do think it would take a lot for me to hand the US government another hundred bucks that I don't really think they're entitled to; maybe it's just me.
I have to say a big thanks to everyone who sent me concerned emails after reading about my rather difficult day yesterday, and the reasons behind it -- especially Cecily, Joelle and Luke. I feel bad, because now it seems like I was trying to get sympathy or something, but I was really only trying to explain why I was sucking more than usual yesterday. Anyway, thanks, guys -- I appreciate it.
15 March, 2000
I'm having a very difficult day, with a family member in very seriously ill health, so I'm not feeling much up to this blog thing just now. However, I needed to cheer up a bit, so I have spent a lot of time at the Onion today. I feel a bit better, because the Onion never fails to make me laugh. Since I'm too lazy and sad to do much else, I thought I'd share the funny stuff with you today. I'll be better tomorrow.
Seriously, have you ever watched Roseanne's talk show? It's so very odd. The other day, she had Bonnie Bramlett (from 60s group Delaney & Bonnie) on, and they did an 8-minute version of Your Kind of Kindness. The hell?
Only the Onion could see the humourous side of the Amadou Diallo case. Please go read it and laugh, so that I won't feel like the only sicko in the world.
Just to break up today's theme, I'd like to point you to the offical website for the Zone, and ask you whether or not you think I'm crazy. If you think I am, or if you're as crazy as I am for doing this, please email me. I need either massive amounts of encouragement, or someone to tell me it's all a huge scam so that I can go back to eating soft tortillas and rice.
This is funny, but too close to the truth to not be a little sad. If Ian and I ever have kids, I fear that our household would be much the same...
I don't know if you have to have known people like this in order to fall off of your chair laughing at it, but it sure helps.
I'm sure we can all relate to this. I know it really hit home with me, and I hope it's the impetus you need to re-prioritise your own life.
