Random Musings because I only have 10 minutes in this wifi coffee place:
Nothing new to report on Tucson, because I'm ignoring it largely for TELEVISION!
YEAH!
I watched 2 episodes of the L word on Monday night and decided that while I marvel at how much more surface police and, well, clutterfree being with a hot woman might be, I can't say I'm sold on the getting naked and licking them thing. It's just not in my cards. I cringe everytime some woman who isn't my mother or Cienna wants to HUG me. Because, as Cyn Dee says, I hate Affection. Its actually that I hate random affection. I never know who to hug...And women wear too much perfume or pokey things....Why do we have to hug everyone these days? What ever happened to waving? or nodding enthusiastically? Let alone taking things to 3rd or 4th or whatever base. God. No.
Anyway. The L Word didn't really TOUCH ME.
(Sorry Cienna - One Christmas, after leaving Chato, when Cienna was 13 she told me that the only thing she wanted for Christmas that year was for me to be a lesbian... I got her a cd player instead.)
Last night I watched CNN. Hours of it. I learned, through my own interpretations, that Daniel Horowitz took a hammer, or whatever, to his wife and shut her up good and permanent. Although he denies this in a fake emotional interview with that HIDIOUS GRAGE WHATEVER WOMAN. OH GOD, I'D LOVE TO TAKE A HAMMER TO HER SKULL....anyway, though now he dry-crys and says that he's finally just accepting that she 'isn't coming home', he will eventually admit that yeah, he did sort of fall on her skull with his hammer, and then she, from what he can remember, started bleeding, but she seemed fine...or maybe he'll claim she had it coming. That she beat him and called him emasculating names, like Waniel....Or he doesn't remember what happened but she PROBABLY HAD IT COMING. Or that he is on medication for depression or adult attention deficit disorder and its the fault of drugs. BUT, seriously, take it from me, I have a near psuedo doctrate degree in Motivation. He killed her. He's guilty and he'll get out of it.
This morning I watched morning anchors wax cutesy on the weather before I had my coffee.
I noted that Saddam is bringing back that rugged 80's Miami Vice look. He may be a soulless reptile on the inside, but he's turning heads on the runway to hell. Sizzling.
I think he needs a hug. I need a hammer.
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