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good morning miss bliss
Jun 8th
A friend of mine, oh let’s call her Liiska, recently sat next to a celebrity on a plane from Milwaukee to New York. Â For our age group, this particular celebrity will always bear a special place in our hearts, even though his acting career has completely fizzled, unless you count the odd pornographic movie and terrible standup routine.
Liiska was not sitting in first class. Â She had a window seat back in coach. Â That means that said celebrity was sitting in the middle seat of the row. Â In coach. Â That’s gotta be hard on the ego.
At this point, you may be More >
who and why
Feb 16th
The other day, I’m on Yahoo! news like I normally am and I see all these “BREAKING NEWS!” yellow headlines that are normally reserved for something really important. Â Naturally I look to see what the breaking news is, and it leaves me with a feeling of “…huh?”
The breaking news of the day: Alex McQueen had died.
Now I hope I’m not insensitive when I say I had no idea who that is. Â I started thinking, “Was that Steve McQueen’s kid? Â Did Steve McQueen even have a kid? How long has it been since I watched ‘The Great Escape’? ‘Bullit’ is awesome. More >
agony of the feet
Sep 8th
I’ve never had good feet, and I don’t mean that I’m bad at dancing, although that is true as well. My feet have been beat up and uglified over my time on this planet. I played soccer for many years, during which I broke every single toe at some point or other except one. Do you know what you do to fix a broken toe? Nothing. You do nothing. It just hurts until it doesn’t anymore.
So I have hobbit feet, after they climbed through the mountains and into a volcano. I’ve grown to accept this, and just leave my More >
all quiet on the front
Jun 30th
So much has happened in pop news this last week! I can’t check any of my websites for news without being hit by a tidal wave of stories about celebrities passing. After being force-fed the minutiae of every situation, I have come to the not-so startling discovery about myself:
I really don’t care about pop culture.
I don’t care about it so much, that I debated even writing a post about it, because now I’m even further cluttering the blagonet space with more words. Regardless, here is my take on the events that have transpired:
Billy Mays and Farrah Fawcett are the two most tragic More >
