I'm incapable of sticking to a topic today. We'll call this post a mix of eye boogers and dead brain cells, held together by drool.
Let's kick things off with a little self-pimpage, shall we? Go check out yesterday's Starpulse post. It may shock some of you to find out that the subject of this one is John Travolta. (Insert blogosphere's collective gasp here.) And it may really shock you to find out that I managed to list some of his "worst" movies without breaking out in hives or just breaking down. Well, I did. I can be objective, people. But I won't be understanding if you leave nasty comments about him. Then again, maybe I'll turn a blind eye. I just want comments. Because, once again, the teenyboppers over there aren't caring. John is just like, too old, or something. IDK. I think my next post will have to be about Robert Pattinson's farting patterns or Blake Lively's Top 5
Facial Expressions.
For the record, Blake Lively's Top 5 Facial Expressions are:
1. Vacant
2. Mildly Agitated
3. Mildly Confused
4. Confusedly Agitated
5. Vacant (and Mildly Constipated)
In case any of you are wondering why I'm not "following" your blog, it's because I'm taking a stand against all of these new Blogger bells and whistles. It took me a long time to get my blogroll just the way I like it. Alphabetical order. Each title only takes up one line. (No thanks to some people...I won't mention any names *cough*Skyler's Dad*cough*Genn*cough*. Thanks for forcing me to post your blogger names instead of your ginormous blog titles, thereby rendering my format inconsistent and causing me a minor anal-retentive freak out.) I add new blogs to my blogroll manually. Maybe that's outdated, but it's the way I like it. Maybe the little blog update doohickeys are a good idea, but I'm too lazy to implement such a thing. And now this "following" business. Give me a break. Is reading, commenting on, and linking to your blog not enough?? What do I have to do to prove my devotion to you people? Build shrines? Well, I've already done that. I just don't brag about it.
OMG confirmed yesterday that Mischa Barton and Jon Sadoff are NOT dating. Still, I don't feel like we're getting the full story here. Like, for one, who the hell these two people even are.
I wish someone would tell Us Magazine that stars are not just like us. If they were, that section would look more like this:
Stars...They're Just Like Us!
Let's kick things off with a little self-pimpage, shall we? Go check out yesterday's Starpulse post. It may shock some of you to find out that the subject of this one is John Travolta. (Insert blogosphere's collective gasp here.) And it may really shock you to find out that I managed to list some of his "worst" movies without breaking out in hives or just breaking down. Well, I did. I can be objective, people. But I won't be understanding if you leave nasty comments about him. Then again, maybe I'll turn a blind eye. I just want comments. Because, once again, the teenyboppers over there aren't caring. John is just like, too old, or something. IDK. I think my next post will have to be about Robert Pattinson's farting patterns or Blake Lively's Top 5
Facial Expressions.For the record, Blake Lively's Top 5 Facial Expressions are:
1. Vacant
2. Mildly Agitated
3. Mildly Confused
4. Confusedly Agitated
5. Vacant (and Mildly Constipated)
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OMG confirmed yesterday that Mischa Barton and Jon Sadoff are NOT dating. Still, I don't feel like we're getting the full story here. Like, for one, who the hell these two people even are.
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I wish someone would tell Us Magazine that stars are not just like us. If they were, that section would look more like this:
Stars...They're Just Like Us!
 "They have chocolate stains all over their shirts!" |  "They spend Saturday night at the laundromat!" | |
 "They buy Ramen Noodles in bulk!" |  "They rack up massive credit card debt because they don't have enough money to buy Christmas presents!" |
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I'm also too confused by Google Reader and Following to hop on board. Plus, I like Following women the old-fashioned way: from a distance of less than a block, hiding behind a newspaper.
Wait, those words weren't a great choice, let's try again...
I really am sorry I am too ginormous for you Beckeye!
Shit! That isn't much better now is it?
Oh well, maybe I will just resort to begging you to keep me on your blogroll...
Marry an atheist who refuses to celebrate Christmas on the grounds that he doesn't believe in Christ.
Step 2:
Move to another country (preferably one with an imploding economy) and become poor so that your family understands you can't afford to ship them presents.
Also - Kids these days... I don't get all these young people, and it reminds me of Grandpa Simpson:
"I used to be with it. Then they changed what *it* was. Now what's it seems weird & scary to me. It'll happen to you tooooo!"
- Your Starpulse article was fantastic. I hadn't heard of "A Civil Action" but I think I'll rent it on your recommendation.
- also, you most certainly do brag about your shrine on occasion.
I like the "followers" widget, myself -- makes it easy for me to read my favorite blogs, and is fun to click on the little icons on other people's blogs, too.
I'd "follow" you if I could (so easy to do!) but I'm far too lazy to get around to posting your link in my blog list... apparently I am not anal enough to do it that way.... ooh, what did I just say?
I had to click on the link to find out who the hell Jon Sadoff is! Some of these entertainment writers kill me. A lot of times they refer to some of these not deserving of a letter grade-listers by their first names only! Sorry, but Lauren Conrad isn't even close to earning first name only status.