Strummin’ my pananay with his fingers…
"Sobriety leaves a lot to be desired."
Patsy Stone
Saturday saw the unthinkable miracle of my ass getting up before noon on a weekend *and* actually getting out of the house. It’s all on account of my being too poor to party this past week, consequently causing me to remain completely sober and well-slept (overrated, both of them).
But did you know how much you can get done in the morning before the rest of the public has awoken and decides to glutton the city streets? And the Municipal was like it’d had liposuction or something (that is, it was less full, you see).
I even had time to visit the San Francisco Botanical Gardens, which were like a bounteous green heaven until I become lost in its labyrinthine bushery, and frightened.
But I managed to escape and make it home in time for an afternoon showing of one of my favorite flicks: "Pretty Wigga". Nooo, just kidding, I mean "Woman" (but that would make a hysterical satire, no?). A cherished film, truly. But does anyone realize that the "prophetic" black guy who sort of opens and closes the movie hollering, "What’s yo’
dream? This is Hollywood. Everyone has a dream…" is basically a crack addict?
Anyways, I miss "That ’80s Show".
How stupid is Richard Hatch?
Ashlee Simpson has a new album out entitled "I Am Me". Her last one was called "Autobiography". Just… how much do you think we want and/or need to know about ya, li’l noseknocker?
I’m all for a constitutional amendment banning gay marriage. But only if it’s written by President Bush all on his own and he gets every word right. After all, should you really be allowed to be leader of the free world if you haven’t even got a basic command of your native language?
