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Friday, March 31, 2006

MSN.com's "Top 10 April Fools' Pranks to Play at Work"

Wow. Here's a list from careerbuilder.com, that's supposed to include the top 10 pranks that you should play on someone at work. Each either sounds so stupid lame, it's not worth the effort, or that they would most likely immediately get you fired.

Here are some pranks, I like to imagine didn't make the list, even though they're awesome.

-Tell that office co-worker with whom you've been having a secret, non-commital love affair that you're pregnant.

-Have all your boss' incoming calls automatically forwarded to 911.

-With a permanent marker, doodle Hitler moustaches on all the family pictures on your co-worker's desk.

-Try to fax a dead rat.

-Accuse your boss of sexual harassment. After filing a report, throw a handful of confetti in his/her face and say, "Psyche! You're mine!"

-Rape someone.

Happy Birthday, Chris!

According to CelebMatch.com, Christopher Walken and I are 84% compatible, which takes into account a nearly 100% compatibility level for both our physical and intellctual attraction to one another.

I'm guessing that the emotional part doesn't match up 100% just because he's a boy and come on, how can he?

So, won't everyone please wish a happy birthday to my future ex-husband?

For the love of God,...

...someone PLEASE buy me a Scooba.

Awww, Janice...

...I can't stay mad atcha.

I'm so out of touch with Top Model this season. I'm on my own personal cycle of watching the encore episodes every Tuesday, so I'm totally a week behind on all my opinions. But I looked on the ANTM site and caught this pic of Janice, who was on the show this past Wednesday.

Dammit, get back on the panel already. I miss your contradictory, over-sexed statements.

Janice, do you realize that Tyra hasn't been groped one single time this cycle? Sheesh. It's not like Nigel's got the balls to do it.

Girl, we miss ya.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

For Fuck's Sake, Brad...

...get a personality.

What? Are you going to grow a uterus now, just cause she has one?

I'm so bored with you. And that's why, you're fired.

I can't even love you anymore for being so awesome in "Fight Club." That's what you're done to us. We're totally through.

Now, stop calling and asking to borrow my clothes.

Lisa's "Celebrity" Report

Saw the two lead dudes from "You Got Served" on the Fox lot earlier this week.

They were walking up the stairs to the parking structure and burst into a "casual" R&B sing-and-dance routine. I'm totally not making this up.

It reminded me of the way this aspiring actress in the office I used to work in used to break into song at the fax machine--ya know--just in case someone walked by and decided to suddenly cast her in something, based on the melodious sound of her voice.

Please God, don't let someone be giving those fools a TV show.

My favorite part of the movie was when Lil' Kim announced that the tie would be decided by a dance that would be "straight street."


Now, for my mother's encounter with Bobby Brown...

My friend managed to get her into the green room of "Jimmy Kimmel Live," where she and Mr. Brown were both eyeing the appetizers. My mother instructed Bobby to have some of the ones with steak, since she believed them to be the best. It was at this point, that he very politely introduced himself to her, to which my mother replied:

"Yes, I know who you are. I've seen your show and I remember when you were in that group with those other boys."


I love that my mother has no idea the band was called, "New Edition."

After that, they both discussed the fact that they both lived in Georgia and he was very pleasant.

Separated At Birth?


Or by plastic surgeon? Personally, I like the Janice Barbie better.

Dear Tommy Lee,...

...please stop.

I'm just too exhausted to make fun of you anymore.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Oh, silly girl

If I had cancer, and the ability to force Paris Hilton to do my bidding, I wouldn't freakin' want to be hanging out with her.

Oh, who am I kidding? Absolutely no one. I'd make her watch Glitter with me and we could paint our toe-nails. But I would force her to shop at Marshall's with me.

And I'd make her let me watch her eat. Just to see if she knows how.

Ryan & Teri 4 EVA


There's talk that Ryan Seacrest and Teri Hatcher are now a couple.

What can I say? A hag needs her fag. At least until she can find a real boyfriend.

Who can actually pretend to have sex with her without having to imagine she's a drag queen.

Mr. Spederline's Album

Kevin Federline's going to release his new album, "Playing With Fire," this August, claiming:

"My album is sure to set the dance floors across the world on fire!"

I don't know you about you folks, but that sounds like a terrorist threat to me.

Cat Gone Wild

See? This is why I'm not a cat person.

I really shouldn't have read that article, because frankly, I've already been experiencing nightmares with a very similar scenario since childhood.

Monday, March 27, 2006

In case you can't get enough of my blog...

...check me out on Smrt-TV's latest issue. Woo hoo!

Friday, March 24, 2006

I don't know about you...

...but my dream date with Fabio would involve a a trip to the barber shop.

And lots and lots of me going, "Oh, please say it! Come on!" and him grudgingly going, "Fine. I can't believe it's not butter."

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Methinks Paula Ain't Being Straight Up

Paula Abdul is blaming her erratic behavior on Simon Cowell.

Unless "Simon Cowell" is her pet name for the smoothie she drinks every morning, consisting of crushed up pain-killers, margaritas and Slim-Fast, I'm not buying it.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Once, I worked on a shitty movie...

...and I didn't even get credit.

Sunday! Sunday! SUNDAY!

Oh hell yeah, bitches!

E! Entertainment has a full evening of America's Next Top Model planned this Sunday, meaning that I'm going to need to get my ass over to a friend with cable this weekend.

First there's the Janice Dickinson E! True Hollywood Story. Then Tyra's, you know, so we can see that she "remembers where she came from" and still "keeps it real."

Just a random side note, my mother on Tyra Banks:

"I don't know what she means about 'being real,' unless she's talking about gaining weight."


And we'll be rounding off the evening with an E! True Hollywood Story of ANTM itself, which is more a phenomenon than an entity, if you ask me.

And I'm sure you were going to.

How do I feel about this?

Hmm...I'm torn.

On the one hand, she's quite ingenius to have figured out (after much market research) that "sex sells" and seems to have marketed the shit out of herself, guerrila-style, for which I definitely need to give the bitch props.

But the question that pops into mind is:

What exactly would she be doing if there weren't penises around to purchase her wares?

Granny please

Frankly, Grandma, I'd be more worried that your granddaughter

is

a

slut.

Marathon Monkey

Yay! So, Mauricio and I did the L.A. Marathon for the first time ever. Woo hoo! If you've got any inclination, then I say, "Do it!" Or stop by next year. Too much fun.

"I LOVE L.A.! I LOVE IT!"

So, we had a single celebrity sighting: We passed Freddie Prinze Jr. between mile 18 and 19 and got Mike Wilson to get a good picture of him. Apparently, Freddie registered under the name Freddie James instead of Freddie Prinze...ya know, cause such a high-profile celeb likes his privacy.

A COUPLE OF GOOD MARATHON QUOTES:
Mauricio, right after we passed by a water station and we both tossed our cups to the side:

"You know, I'm only doing the marathon because it's the only time I get to litter without fear of judgement. It's never socially acceptable otherwise."



My mother, after waiting for me for hours to arrive:

"I was thinking about trying to sneak up and get a medal, so they would let me lay on the grass. It's only cause they were only letting the runners lay down. I mean, I'm wearing sweat pants."

Friday, March 17, 2006

Holy Shit

From the Associated Press:

Boston College's Jared Dudley speaks during a news conference Friday, March 17, 2006 in Salt Lake City, Utah, ahead of Boston College's Saturday NCAA tournament second round game against Montana.(AP Photo/Paul Sakuma)

OK, wow. Imagine this dude on ANTM.

"Furonda. You came to us with crackhead hair, which we tried to remedy with some Pocahontas weave. Your complexion is questionable at best and you're skinny in the way that makes people want to cry when they look at you. In addition to that, you bear a striking resemblance to a certain 80's villainous creature, making me nervous when I see you eating after midnight or anywhere near water.

HOWEVER...

Jared, you're just a hot mess. I hope you have better luck in professional sports because that is the ONLY way you will be able to get attractive women to come remotely near you. Unless you manage to get on this show again somehow.

Now, I hold in my hands the picture of the person who will continue to be in the running for America's Next Top Model. The person whose picture is NOT in my hands must pack their bags and leave immediately.

For those of you who can't see, I am definitely NOT holding up Jared's photo.

Furonda. You're scrawny ass is still in the running..."

A Happy Jennifer Gray

Jennifer Gray is all smiles as a butterfly lands on her cheek during a visit to the Wings of Paradise Flowers & Tropicals, a bird and butterfly farm west of Harlingen, Texas, Friday, March 17, 2006.

Of course she is. Because she knows she's not a tragic victim of multiple botched rhinoplasties and still has her whole life ahead of her.

Well, once she gets the hell out of Texas.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

I've never understood this holiday, which seems to consist primarily of getting drunk and pinching people, mostly because I thought that was what Thanksgiving was for.

Lacking a segue, however, I am reminded of a St. Patrick's Day a few years back, during which time I noticed that my friend, Ingrid, clad quite stylishly in pink and black, was glaringly lacking in the green department--Ingrid, who usually was so festive during every other holiday, no matter how insignificant.

I asked her, confused, "Ingrid, you're not wearing any green?"

To which Ingrid responded with a sly wink.

"Girl, did you ever stop to think that maybe I WANTED to get pinched?"

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Friday, March 21, 2059...

...is my last day on Earth, according to the death clock.

Don't snicker, folks. It's a very scientific process we're dealing with here.

I am kind of pissed to be going on a Friday, though. I think I'll try to hold out until the weekend's over.

Beauty & the Geek 2

I watched the encore of the Season Finale of "Beauty and the Geek 2" and it was too cute. Maybe it's just really well-scripted, but it does seem like the people on there are pretty genuine and adorable. The girls are sweet and the geeks are so endearing.

So, this morning, I decided to go online and peruse the site for some pictures, stumbling upon the link to the "How Geeky Are You?" quiz. I think the results were pretty indicative of why I love the show so much:

You're Very Geeky
You've got what it takes, that special combination of nerdyness and dorkishness that makes one a geek. Although a lifetime of jocks might make you think otherwise, it's time to take pride in your geekdom. Without geeks like you, there wouldn't even be a web, let alone a website for Beauty and the Geek 2.


All this because I knew that James T. Kirk's middle name was Tiberius.

I should so be on that show.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

You better work it, bitches

I'll admit it, Tyra--I've strayed. Ever since Janice left, things just haven't been the same.

Sure, an alcoholic Lisa tried to cheer us up with such antics as wetting herself and forming a deep and meaningful relationship with a plant--but it just wasn't the same. Not even an undercover lesbian could tempt me to come back to the fold.

Or maybe I was just too busy hating you for not devoting all of your television time to ANTM, and instead walking around in a fat suit all the time, crying and pretending to care about people who aren't models or gay sidekicks named J.

But, having had left that resentment behind, I decided the only thing to do was to look forward and try to see if I couldn't find a way to accept ANTM back into my heart--or at least my Wednesday nights.

Now, I know I can't compete with Television Without Pity or Four Four in terms of pure, unadulterated snarky recapping of the show, so I think I'll try something different. Maybe a little review of the website, perhaps?

Here's the top model main page from the UPN site:
http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model/

I have to say, I've always been a pretty big fan of the site, where you could click on the pictures at home and really judge these hoes up close and personal.

Take a look at the left-hand side. That's right, bitches...all the former winners, all lined up in a row. Have you seen any of these hoes in Vogue? I didn't think so. Oddly enough, though, they keep popping up on "A Special Episode of The Tyra Banks Show" or in a guest spot on some other UPN show that doesn't have enough buying power to get real actresses.

Ooh! Talk model! "The Top Model Internet Talk Show." I wonder how this is different from the Tyra Banks show. I bet no one on there wears a fat suit. At least, I hope not. "Webcast LIVE only on UPN.com." OK, as much as I joke, I would totally watch this, if I didn't worry people at work would see what I was doing.

All right, now back to the main grapic on the main page, which is the "Ferngully: The Last Rainforest" or "Tinkerbell's House of Ill-Repute"--take your pic--themed photo shoot with all the girls featured. Now, please, take a look at the top row of girls, at the girl right in the middle. That's right--I'm talking about Gina. If you take an even closer look at Gina, you will see that bitch is totally flashing crotch to the camera.


Now, I need to preface what I'm about to say about Gina with the following:

1) I am not judging her solely on this incident--if you've been watching the show, then I probably don't even need to explain myself.

2) I am fully aware that the term "functioning retard" is probably thrown around way too casually these days. But for real.

Bitch is dumb as a brick. And has something of a speech impediment.

She was complaining about having an identity crisis because she's Korean, but she's also American and feels like she's torn between two worlds. What the fuck? It's not like she's sitting in the back of buses. And I have a sneaking suspicion that even if someone was being racist toward her, she'd never fucking know it, she's so dumb. Yeah, go bitch to Margaret Cho, you skinny whiner.

But then again, maybe I should take from Tyra's example and walk around a day in a skinny Korean-American suit and see how much I like it.

Back to the site...I love this pic of Tyra at the bottom, where she's being choked. That bitch sure loves her wigs. I cannot get over how much space there is between the clumps of hair on her head. I can't get over it, however, I suspect I could actually wedge my decidedly non-model-like body through the gaping spaces between the fake hair on her head.

Meanwhile, I'm totally realizing that I have already signed up for the newsletter about 3 cycles ago and am therefore a bigger loser in this case than anyone I'm making fun of, based on that fact alone.

Now we have Mercedes and Toccara, with "Where The Girls Are." I watched that and was very disappointed that no one was in jail. I wonder if Amanda's completely blind yet? Just a thought...

In any case, Toccara's being portrayed in a pretty demure fashion, what with the boat-neck sweater they've got her wearing, compared to the men's magazine covers on which she's been flaunting her massive ta-ta's. And, frankly, that's why I love Toccara. I remember the first time they asked her to pose nude, Toccara was all, "All right. Let's go." And I realized that they were going to have to come up with a new way to eliminate the token plus-size girl, cause this one was NOT a crazy, religious Christian prude who would refuse to pose naked.

And here we have the links, to the right of the main graphic:

"Meet the models of Cycle 6"

"Vote now for your favorite Model"

"Check out Tyra's Gallery"

Ah yes, here's where we get to the real meat--no pun intended. Notice how the link to "Tyra's Gallery" (is she even still modeling?) is very strategically placed at #3, instead of #1? Oh yes, again with the false humility, Ms. Banks.

Because at the end of the day, we all know the deal. It's all about you, baby.

I bet it's no accident that the only full body-shot of Tyra has her posed upside-down.

And with that, I bid you adieu, until I've got more nasty shit to say.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

California Casual

Again, I never seem to be up-to-date with my anecdotes, but that's because I can only remember things through my bumper cars of thought.

In any case, something made me think about this past Emmys awards, when (through freakish luck) I managed to get 2 tickets to the Emmys and my youngest sister, Nina, flew from Georgia to be my date.

So on the day of the awards, Nina and I were cruising up LaBrea to hit In & Out and fuel up, when we passed by Jetrag, in the midst of their weekly $2 grab-bag clothing sale (I think I may have the details on this wrong, but you get the picture).

Nina took one look at all the hipsters gathered around the bargain bins of clothing and asked me, "Why are all the homeless people hanging out in front of that store?" And I started laughing, until I saw Adrian Grenier, from Entourage emerge from the gathering of alt-punk-mod-indie-rock youth.

When we saw him present at the Emmys later that night, he was dressed very nicely in a tux, but still hadn't shaved.

If you're looking for a punchline here, I'm pretty sure I lost it somewhere along the way...

Monday, March 13, 2006

Sibling Trannies


From the blog of fellow Office Monkey, Mike Wilson:

When I first saw this picture I thought, damn these boys--er, I mean--girls look really good. A little bit rough around the edges, but they seem to have everything put together.

I also thought it was fascinating that two brothers were both transgendered. Clearly they are siblings because they have extremely similar features; the strong jaw line, the sloped forehead and the incredible definition in their arms.

Tyra Banks would probably love to do a story on them on her talk show. I can just hear the promo now "Sibling Trannies on the next Tyra Banks Show!".

Then I realized it was the Williams Sisters.

But, they used to be dudes, right?

This is why I'm not running the country

While friends of mine from college are teachers, lawyers, and/or general purveyors of goodwill in underdeveloped Third World countries, I'm busy concerning myself with checking out which celebrities have the best and worst skin.

Friday, March 10, 2006

Mariah Carey Update: Firmer Buns and Tummy

From "A Socialite's Life":

"I've been working out like mad - you can even punch me in the stomach and feel how tight that is. But I've gotta slow it down cos the other day someone told me I was losing my ass - and I don't want to lose that."


I wish there were more celebrities like Mariah, who would offer to let us punch them in the stomach.

Failure to Launch: Lisa's Movie Review

OK, so maybe I haven't watched the movie.

But I've seen the poster. And frankly, I think I get it.

Not funny, but thanks for playing.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Whiskerino 2006


My friend, Dave B., enlightened me today about Whiskerino. Apparently, it's an annual event, in which guys make a pact not to shave from November until February.

Now, I'm not a big fan of making out with guys with facial hair. Mostly because I don't generally get turned on by having my face exfoliated with what feels like steel wool. But, this is pretty amusing and I don't foresee making out with any future Whiskerino participants.

Somehow, however, I have a feeling my Whiskerino wouldn't be quite as popular.

On any level.

Woman to woman

Dancers practice at a pole dancing school in Singapore March 9, 2006. The dance school is the first in Singapore to introduce pole dancing which is a new form of exercise adopted by women from all over the world. The routine requires strength, flexibility and athleticism in order to execute the moves well and with ease.

REUTERS/Nicky Loh


But ladies, do you know how many calories you could burn giving blow jobs?

Exactly.

Quit wasting your time with this "frou-frou" crap and go all out, bitches. If you're gonna be slutty, fucking commit.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Dog Fashion Show

Someone needs to tell these pups that they are portraying an unnaturally thin body-type that is completely unattainable for normal dogs.

Plus, I think that one in the black isn't even wearing any pants.

What a little slut.

Someone had to say it

A few weeks ago, Mauricio and I were running with our marathon training group and gaily chatting with an additional running partner we had adopted for that day, AKA, Liz.

We passed one of the faster pace groups as they were on their way back from the half-way point. One of the women in the group is this incredibly tanned (and age-spotted) woman with giant fake breasts who insists on running with just a sports bra from the waist up--and one of those sports bras with the tiny little straps that don't really do much of anything.

After we passed her bearing expressions of mild disdain, it was Liz who best expressed the moment we communally experienced when she hissed angrily under her breath, with a degree of disgust that is impossible to replicate in print and in a crescendo that would make Frank Costanza himself proud:

"Put on a fucking SHIRT!"

Judging Milian

I just--I just don't even know where to start.

Frankly, I'm just so exhausted by young women dressing like strange, tan, overly accessorized hookers that I can't even muster up a really good verbal thrashing for one Ms. Christina Milian.

A quote comes to mind, from one rap opus, entitled, "Big Pimpin'."

"Go read a book, you illiterate son of a bitch."


Now, I would say this to her face, but I worry that her unnaturally large belt may signify either the mastery of some sort of martial art, or a successfully achieved wrestling championship of some kind.

Thanks for the update, AMA

The American Medical Association conducted an online, nationwide survey and determined that when girls "go wild" on Spring Break, they tend to regret it later.

Be sarcastic if you'd like, but honestly, there's kind of a soft spot in my heart reserved for obvious news.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Hey, that's me too!


I just saw this old ad from craigslist.

I wonder if she got her wish?

Ah, musings from a former Internet prankster

This undated photograph provided by the Fontana Police Department Tuesday, March 7, 2006, shows Michael Ramos, 48, of Fontana, Calif., who allegedly confessed to seeking sex from a 15-year-old girl he met online. The girl was actually a fictitious teen made up by pranksters.

(AP Photo/Fontana Police Department)


When I read this, all I could think about was how my nerdy friends and I used to pull pranks like this all the time. In fact, a couple of my friends actually did pull the whole "hey-I'm-an-underage-girl-wanna-meet-up-and-have-sex" trick.

Only, it happened to be on another "friend" of ours, whom we didn't actually believe would be so depraved.

Until he asked to borrow my video camera for the weekend and refused to tell me why. And once again, I find myself, midblog, kind of wishing I were making this up.

Wow.

I can't believe I just shared that. I feel absolutely filthy.

Carry on.

Start A Riot, Y'all

My friend's band, L.A. Riots, is playing tonight at the Cat Club on Sunset in WeHo.

Click on the aforementioned link for more info, yo!

I'll be there. So should you.