Here is a cell phone picture of my dresser tonight. Is there too much crap on it, do you think?
Some of the things I considered writing about today, include:
A really funny review of “the worst book ever written”
The obscenity trial underway in L.A., involving scat porn (and a guy who needs killing)
A blog about “piñata related violence”
Golconda diamonds, and why they are so valuable
But I was too lazy, so that’s why I took a picture of my dresser! Despite appearances, I am devoutly atheist.
Why bother being devoutly athiest? You don’t get any holidays. It’s nothing but work, work, work. Or if you’re Christopher Hitchens, it’s more like froth, froth, froth. And after you die, there’s nothing. No golden streets, and no flames. Just annihilation. How Depressing.
W
Haha. Yeah, but I’m a jew, and they don’t really go anywhere when they die. However, it is disturbing to be in agreement with Christopher Hitchens about anything!
This dresser makes me think you are some saucy gypsy lady who spritzes perfume from a glass jar with a bulb and tube (don’t know if there’s a special name for that apparatus). Very dramatic, mysterious and intense. Show us your kitchen!
Is it an ‘atomizer?’ The squirty thing?
My kitchen is where not much happens. Don’t make me show it, K-line.
I kind of understand the Jewish-athiest thing. I have a few friends in that boat. Personally, if I was Jewish, I’d do the religious thing. Heck, I always wished I was Jewish. So I could say things like, “You know what all the Jewish Holidays are about? Okay, you don’t want to know, but I’ll tell you, anyways. It’s like this… They tried to kill us, they failed. *Shrug* So, let’s eat!”.
Okay, so that one’s pretty tired. But trust me, really, I’m way funnier than Woody Allen, and way less creepy.
W
All you need to do to be less creepy than Woody Allen is not sleep with your daughter.
Maybe that is what it’s called – that puffy rubber ball thing from olde style glamourous movies.
I’m glad you took the photo of your dresser. I really enjoy thinking of you as someone who has stuff.
Enc, I am nothing if not a Person With Stuff. A really shocking amount of stuff.
OK, the scat porn trial: Obviously the people who agreed to be jurors are into scat porn. 5 hours of scat porn? Duh.