Sunday, March 30, 2014

My March Madness

I took most of the month of March off. I foolishly thought that if I actually relaxed, my funny would kick in and I would start writing posts that are somewhere near the works of genius produced by the writers of 'The Daily Show' or Bill Maher’s 'Real Time' (like their politics or not, you have to admit the writers are quite witty).

The result of my experiment? I’ve gotten more sleep. I’ve gained seven pounds. There are less dust villages under the furniture. It now takes me less than an hour to give my self a pedicure. I hate work more than ever….and I think my funny is broken. Not broken. Smashed into shards. Like a piece of glass, I experience tiny moments of sharp wit, but not enough to piece together into a work of sarcastic mirth.
Any suggestions from my handful of readers?

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I did learn a few things during my hiatus...

Emaciation wins awards.

Congratulations to Matthew McConaughey and Jared Leto on their Academy Award wins earlier this month. Both excellent actors. However, until 'The Dallas Buyers Club', both were missing that one characteristic coveted by those in fashion and Hollywood. Atrophied physical appearance. Think about it. Matthew McConaughey, Jared Leto , Ann Hathaway, Natalie Portman, Christian Bale. All amazing actors. All Oscar-less until they lost enough weight to be hung in a university science lab as an example of the skeletal system. Bravo.

'Conscious Uncoupling' is a load of crap.


Gwyneth Paltrow controlled the news of her marriage breakup by posting about it on her blog 'Goop'. 'Goop' is an insipid blog reflecting her ignorant ideas on how people should eat, shop, play, and how working people have it so much easier than those in Hollywood. The following quotes are taken from the article following her 'please respect our privacy' plea. 'Conscious Uncoupling' is written by Dr. Habib Sadeghi & Dr. Sherry Sami.

  • '...For the vast majority of history, humans lived relatively short lives—and accordingly, they weren’t in relationships with the same person for 25 to 50 years...'
  • '...Our biology and psychology aren’t set up to be with one person for four, five, or six decades...'
Please note that what follows isn't an argument for the institution of 'marriage'. It's an argument for any lifetime partnership that a couple (male/female, male/male, female/female) willingly enters

Is it me or do those quotes sound like excuses? It sounds like an excuse people use to cheat on their partner/spouse. Humans weren't meant to be together forever? If you really believe that then you shouldn't enter that lifetime partnership in the first place. (Congrats to George Clooney for being an old dog who truly knows himself).

My opinion is simple, but all mine: If you and your partner find that you are unhappy and should no longer be together, then it makes sense to make a break. 'Uncouple' away and good luck to you! You both are taking responsibility for the situation, your actions, and maturely working towards changing it.

But if one or both spouses cheat (as it is said Gwyn and Chris did), only to turn around and say 'Oh humans weren't meant to be with the same person forever anyway', then you are an immature cowardly amoeba. The biological and psychological argument is used as an excuse to end something he/she/they wanted out of. It's almost like these people are saying, 'I can't be alone, so you'll do until someone else comes forward'.

It's all just lame bullshit.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

'Hair' Brained TV

It's one of those ‘at home’ days where one does laundry, cleans a little, and catches up on TV.

Bored, I flipped through the multiple political talking head channels. I landed on the History channel and was frozen in place.

WTF is that!

It was a head of a different nature. Its smarmy snake eyes vacantly stared out through the television and instantly mesmerized me. I had no power left in my thumb to click on another channel. It was too late, I was stuck there. My mouth hung agape and I could feel the drool pooling in the corner of my mouth.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Saturday, February 8, 2014

February the 14th


Can you feel it? The air is charged with a tension produced by millions of single people dreading a ‘pseudo holiday’ created to make them feel even more alone than they already do.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Morning Intercourse

I’m one of the millions of people who had to look for a new job at an age when it’s not easy to find one. Without going into the depressing (dismal, dispiriting, bleak) details, the end result is that I am now employed (yay me), just grossly under employed (sigh…fuckin’ a).

Sunday, January 26, 2014

A Tale Of Ghost Ships And Cannibal Rats

The playwright George Bernard Shaw said, 'You don't stop laughing when you grow old, you grow old when you stop laughing.’ 
 
I’ve been feeling very old lately and need to start laughing. Just when I was about to put my hair up into a bun, start sporting ‘Depends’ and buy a new rocking chair, I caught a story on the news that made me laugh. Not a maniacal crazy lady laugh (that's for special occasions), but a ‘wow that’s weird’ laugh.
 
On the evening news, I caught the tail end of a story about a rat-infested 'ghost ship'. How do you get rid of a bunch of ghost rats? Ghost cats? I fired up the laptop and started searching. Oh! A ghost ship WITH rats…silly me.
 

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Going With The Flow

I bought two boxes of 36 count tampons at the drug store this morning. The cashier jokingly asked me if I had a lot of daughters at home. I smiled and said, ‘yeah, daughters’.

Friday, January 3, 2014

Shovel Snowverkill

I'm sure you've realized by now that I'm a curmudgeon. A crabby, perimenopausal, ‘you kids get off my lawn’ screaming, sourpuss. I wasn’t always this way. It took a lot to kill my dreams and stomp out the optimism. But here I am. Gotta love me! 

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Say It Ain't Snow!

'Dashing through the snow,
My back wheels begin to sway,
O'er the bank I go,
Screaming all the way!
Sirens start to blare,
Making spirits dark,
What fun it is to drive and skid
In ice caked snow tonight...'

Thursday, December 12, 2013

While My Vagina Gently Weeps

Sniff, sniff...blow...

Did you read my post A Vagina Monologue?

Sharon Osbourne now says that she lied to us! That whole vagina tightening thing? Never happened!

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Christmas Reality Style

WTF, how is it December already? I still have furniture on my deck! I still haven’t raked the fall leaves (LOL, as if I would ever rake leaves). I still have rotten, grinning, gourds on my step. How did it sneak up on me? 
 

Sunday, December 1, 2013

A Vagina Monologue

When I fired up the magic fire box (also known as the computer) today, my eyes were assaulted by a headline that said Sharon Osbourne had her vagina tightened. 

Let’s take a moment to let that sink in. Vagina…tightened…those two words were in the same sentence. 

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Cell No!

This week the FCC announced that they are considering allowing passengers to use cell phones while in flight. The response has not been very positive. 

Dear FCC, let me set the scene for you…

Thursday, November 21, 2013

"Happy Birthday Tina"

Can you feel the crackle of excitement in the air? Christmas has come early my friends. I have scored a piece of fictional gold from a famous Hollywood writer (for anonymity, we will call him... Dexter Pangborn). Enjoy!

“Happy Birthday Tina!” By Dexter Pangborn

OUT-GOING MESSAGE: "This is Tina. I can’t get to the phone right now, but please leave me a message. Bye-bye!"

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Walnuts of War

Today there were three. Three black walnuts sitting on my door step. Those rat bastards really know how to yank my collar. I’ll get them. I. Will. Get. Them.  

My name is C.U. Frank. I am a Boston Terrier and the alpha canine in A/I/K/E’s rescued pack. My full name is Crazy Uncle Frank, I was named after a beloved relative that seriously went off the deep end. I had…issues. I was sick. I would hide dirty socks in my human brothers back pack, steal his shoes and bury them in my cave/crate, pee in his room. Hence the C.U. I’m much better now and I prefer not to think of my puppy mill days. 

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