It’s a slow day, but the Meowhold is intensely excited about this: The Solar Decathlon! Geeks bringing their extremely efficient houses out to pasture — so to speak, but not really– to the National Mall is for my husband like waving cotton candy in front of normal people.
(I mean that in a nice way.)
So J. Lo. and Halle Berry and Salma Hayek are all in several states of pregnancy.
I don’t know what to say, honestly.
Other than, of course, um….. I guess most people get clobbered by the biological clock sometime? And isn’t it nice to have ahem… help, when that happens?
Oh, Britney Spears.
You’ve become even more unbelievable than "The Young and The Restless"– and about as lengthy. Yesterday I was browsing through the channels and watched a little bit of Anna Nicole Smith’s story — you know, about how she didn’t even make it past 10th grade and was a young mama and stripped and seduced a super old guy and became a Playmate and all that stuff– and I just had to shake my head. Because as cheesy and unbelievable and weird and speaks-badly-of-America ANS’s rise to fame was, she at least was a good mother whose meltdowns were charming enough to make her one of the first true reality tv stars.
You’re just pathetic at this point. Holy crap.
But not as pathetic as Pamela Anderson.
Rick Salomon? Seriously?
The guy who poked Paris AND SOLD IT??
Ah…. has-beens. What would we ever do without you?