This ain't "The Apprentii"...

...especially since, as far as I know, there's no such word as "apprentii."

If you watch The Apprentice, which I am known to do, you may also have seen the finale. There's a bit of a debate going on. Here's a little article on it, with some reader reactions.

I must say, when I saw the finale and Randal said that Rebecca should not also be hired, I thought it was kinda harsh. (Trump hired Randal, then asked him if he thought Rebecca should also be hired. Randal stated no, that there should only be one winner, and that the show is entitled "The Apprentice," not "The Apprentii.") However, a few minutes later, I decided that he shouldn't have had to share- he won fair and square. He's INSANELY well-educated, book-learnin'-wise. (Though he did fucking say "apprentii." Whatever, I'll be charitable and chalk it up to nerves, I guess.)

Then, tonight I saw a clip of that part of the finale while I was watching "The Soup" on E!, where they were making fun of Randal for being so cold to his former teammate. When I saw it again, I thought, "Well, why the hell does the black guy have to share?," when I hadn't even thought about race the night before. Then, I googled to see if others were having a similar reaction, and found the MSNBC article.

I don't know. I don't think Trump is necessarily racist, but it was strange...maybe he knew that he had to have Randal, but was kinda smitten with Rebecca and just wanted to let her in, too? Perhaps he picked Randal, counting on his good-naturedness, assuming that he'd definitely want to let Rebecca in, thereby hedging that he could get them both? I don't know. And it sucks that these things even have to be contemplated. I'm so tired of questioning people's motives...

Non Sequitur

Perhaps I'm not getting it. It's possible- I've had a rough day, a day which has shaken my faith in the existence of justice. Whatevs. I went to read this article on the impending execution of one of the co-founders of the Crips, Stanley "Tookie" Williams, and saw this photo:



See the protest placard on the left? About Austrians? Someone, please, explain how the question on the placard is related to ANYTHING? I mean, are we alleging that Arnold only executes non-Austrians? Is there some discrimination lawsuit I missed, where the Governator has been accused of granting clemency to no one, save...Austrians? I mean, if you want to make a statement about the racial bias in the administration of the death penalty, be my guest. More power to you. The system is quite fucked. But this? Yeah, no.

I'm in the thick of it.

Hi, how are you? If anyone cares, I'm sorry for being so remiss in the posting. I should be apologizing to myself, mostly, I think, because this page was to be a nice, healthy catharsis for me. Oh well. I'm doing all right, anyway. Exams are coming, yet I don't have too many this semester, so no tears.

Well...

That was before I saw this. I cried. And then, I died. Almost. Another sign that we are well on our way to the apocalypse...or, some people were bored and decided to make up some fucked up shit...up. Ha!

Hell? Yes!

So, I'm back. Bitches. And I'm not really lovin' it. I am even MORE BUSY than I was told I'd be...3L, to me, means thrice the loneliness, thrice the pretention, thrice the fucking idiotic mind games. So what do I do? I drink. And smoke. And smoke. The worst thing about the "bermuda grass" (shit, I'm old!) is that it makes me even more paranoid, loud, obnoxious, and angry than I am naturally. And I'm pretty fucking paranoid and angry. And I like to scream. And I'm obnoxious as hell.
So, yeah. I need some goddamned encouragement. Help a bitch out...

Dwarf Rambling?!

I was watching E! today and during the True Hollywood Story on the sitcom Growing Pains, there was discussion of the stalking and killing of Rebecca Schaeffer, an actress from the show My Sister Sam. I googled her in order to get a better account of what happened to her and came across this website, Frank's Reel Reviews. I began to read all of the horrible morbid death stories and one of them concerned Herve Villechaize, better known as the character Tattoo, from the show Fantasy Island. I already knew a little bit about his life, from some other E! THS episode (man, do I watch a lot of crap...) and so nothing about his story was very surprising. What was surprising was the really MEAN-SPIRITED description of Herve, especially in the paragraph describing his emotional and physical pain and subsequent suicide. Here's part of it:

"In the early morning hours of September 4, 1993 his common-law wife (even though she didn't live in the same house) would find his dead dwarf body. It seems Herve had written a suicide note, grabbed his tape recorder and proceeded to his cluttered backyard. He turned on the tape recorder and spoke into the microphone, "Kathy, I can't live like this anymore. I've always been a proud man and always wanted to make you proud of me. You know you made me feel like a giant and that's how I want you to remember me" After a bit more dwarf rambling he said "I'm doing what I have to do...I want everything to go to Kathy...I want everyone to know that I love them."" (emphasis mine)

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Wow. I don't think Frank liked Fantasy Island. "Dwarf rambling?!" Wow.

Well, back to the grind...wait. No, back to THS. Paz.

Uh-may-he-ruh-ka-haaaa!

I don't know if I've ever before heard a word pronounced so self-indulgently...

Losing steam

I seem to be growing weary of this blog. My silence weighs heavily on my mind- not that I was writing anything particularly fascinating, but once upon a time, I wrote something or read something stimulating every day. Woe, woe...

Anyway, this is neato to me. I am excited by exotic, musical creatures.