Tuesday, June 27, 2006

on my radar: who's that girl?

The enigma of Britney:
Can she be that stupid? Doesn't she know better? Will she ever learn? Is a man's character ok because, "he's got a good heart"- even when he's proving to be an ass over and over?

Like any daytime soap opera, Britney continues to keep you guessing what she'll do, or say, next...it's just alluring enough to keep track of her, but you certainly don't want all the details! Skimming "US" or "People" while you wait in the grocery store line is sufficient reading and engagement of your thoughts while you wait, but god forbid you be caught buying the rag!

Maybe the real reason we seem to still pay (some) attention to her so called life is that she reminds of us of someone; her antics and mishaps touch close enough to home that she reflects what we see in her to that person we know; the one that baffles us as to how they can still be breathing and functioning (and chomping down on that gum!). She's past "our" point of help, but you still watch, wondering if she's going to get it right and pull herself together (and NOT drop the baby!). And yet she just doesn't get it...she acts like she's still in high school, but she's an adult (with a child; best momma plans now for therapy later!)!

And slowly we lose faith(?) and interest in her; you realize money can buy a lot, but it can't buy what she so desperately needs most, "common sense and maturity".

But like she says (while driving with a baby in her lap)..."we do things this way, we're from the South"...and the whole South collectively shudders..."...one more time".

Thursday, June 15, 2006

on my radar: hannah and her walnuts

The 50 foot woman attacks a 40 foot walnut tree and everybody wins!

Darryl Hannah, direly seeking a hit film, or ounce of publicity, makes a “Splash” as an eco-activist (or more literally, a tree-hugger) in L.A..
Development, once again, has threatened an “urban garden” in the City of Angels (and devils); to protest against the planned destruction, Ms. Hannah deftly climbed into a walnut tree located on the said property and refused to be ‘toppled’ down until she finished her Starbuck’s latte.

Police, fearing another bad rap for how they have handled criminals, agreed to allow Ms. Hannah’s hair and makeup people to attend to her, prior to her arrest. Unique to the rest of the world, but old hat to folks in L.A. was the ability for the semi-star to submit her own glamour shot for her police mug shot. Additionally, her agent was on-hand, “just incase anyone wanted to drop off scripts to the actress”. Her handcuffs will be available on Ebay as a collector’s item shortly.

Of course, this all begs the question, “if a bad actress falls out of a walnut tree and no press is there to capture the footage, does anyone really care?”

Sadly, we will never know

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

on my radar: hurricane season

Hurricane Season: Does this refer to:

A) Carolina’s Hurricane’s going for the Stanley Cup?
B) Fans of U of Miami cheering on football’s spring training?
C) Something FEMA dreads?
D) Something to do with something not sports or weather related.
E) Happy Hour in New Orleans

The answer is C.

While the rest of the world was basking in the glow of the golden child (Shiloh Pitt) or rooting for their World Cup team, something snuck up the west coast of Florida. No, it’s not Katherine Harris in a new makeover, it Alberto, the first named storm of the 2006 season! This is what puzzles me more than the career of Lindsay Lohan; after such a nasty season last year, hasn't anyone learned how to better predict storms? How does a storm go from not even being called a storm (just a depression- how sad!) yesterday to a virtual hurricane less than 24 hours later? The folks at the Weather Channel seriously doubted that the depression would even reach storm status yesterday…now they are flying the red flags.

Wouldn't it be nice if all of our jobs allowed for the same type of variance when it comes to getting our work done accurately: the realtor who sells you a small condo when you have five kids, the doctor who amputates the whole finger to get at that nasty hang nail, the maintenance man who claims the hotel hot tub was just cleaned and you find a hairball in the drain, or the florist who sends the wrong flowers to wrong address. Why do we have to be so exact? Why don’t they? Is their pay on a sliding-scale based on accuracy?

I've always loved meteors, maybe I should look into becoming a meteorologist!

Thursday, June 01, 2006

on my radar: ancient ruins

Archeologist are celebrating the discovery of the remains of what appears to be a 3000 year old Roman noblewoman.

Funny, last night I was able to simply turn on CNN and discover the remains of two people who out date the Roman find: Larry King and Elizabeth Taylor. Geologist have confirmed that Larry King is in fact still alive and not related to an ancient dinosaur known as "a relevant reporter". Oprah Winfrey has been rumored to have taken a hit out on the old fella, claiming he is cutting into her main demographics, hip-hop artists and elderly white women. Oprah was quoted as saying, "something has got to give, and up to now, it has been his seven wives...and his memory". Ms. Taylor on the other hand (and some 15 marriages between the two) was confirmed by the American Gemologist Association (and Tom Shane) to be "as old as her Hope Diamond, and just as sparkling!"

It was sad to note that during their interview Larry King made it known that he had no idea what a tiara was (does he even know where he is???). I guess that means he's going to have to start watching Anderson Cooper!