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October 20th .... Happy Birthday Viggo

Though time has passed, the years gone by, my love for you, will never die.


How do I love thee? 
Let me count the ways ...


I love your sexy bohemian look with your long hair and scruff on the chin



I love you when you're all dressed up and look like an elegant man ...







































 I love you in a plain ol' shirt when you look like a regular guy


I love you dressed in cowboy gear on a horse with a gun at your side


































I love you in your bad boy look when you're all tatted up with a sneer ...










But i love you most in your Aragorn suit with your sword
brandished high in the air ...


 THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND
Happy Birthday you gorgeous hunk of man!

BIG NEWS OF THE DAY ....

So it appears that Harvey Weinstein’s a perv.  Surprise surprise.  


Most men in power are pervs.  It comes with the territory.  They think they’re Napoleon ... like Donald Trump ... free to grab a pussy if the impulse so inclines them.

Remember Elliot Spitzer? He of moral turpitude who was patronizing thousand dollar call girls at the same time he was cracking down on prostitution?  




Or, more recently, U.S. Representative Tim Murphy who just copped to asking his mistress to get an abortion … this from a man who is adamantly pro-life.  However, he is now taking the high ground and not seeking reelection. 
Dear Mr. Murphy,
You suffer from delusional thinking.  You're not seeking re-election because you know you'll lose .... because YOU’RE A PERV.

Not to mention all the other pervs who hate homosexuals but seek out homosexuals in park bathrooms. 
(I'd post pictures but there are too many).

And you know what happens to these idiots?  Nothing.  Except for Anthony Weiner (which I …

THE BLOCK ... a little jaunt down memory lane

As most little girls, I had a very best friend. Denise Rivera and her family moved to Manzanar Avenue when I was 9 years old. The Rivera family had what seemed to me like a hundred and fifty kids, but in actuality it was ten (like that's not a lot). This was back in the 1960's when having 3 kids was considered pathetically small. Anyway, the day they moved in was big news because NO ONE NEW had ever moved to our block. This was very exciting to me. New people! New kids! (The picture above is of the Duggars. Just pretend they're Mexican and call them the Riveras).



Being a nosy little kid I rode my bike to the corner and watched them move in and I'm sure I pestered the shit outta everybody as I asked a billion questions and ... there she was, sitting on the porch with her head in her hands looking very sad and forlorn. She was a pretty little girl with big brown eyes and light brown hair. I walked right up to her and said "what's your name?" ... she barely l…

VIGGO ...

I saw Viggo last night.Yeah.He dropped by in the ether.I wasn’t expecting him.But that’s usually how it is isn't it?  He looked rather nice.He had on a suit and seemed happy.He told me he had four movies coming out.  I told him I knew.As we talked, he was signing some pictures of himself to give to me.I found this rather touching.He’d never really given me anything before.
As he was autographing the photos I told him “you know I got engaged” …
His reaction?  Minute.  Inconsequential, but not without my noticing the slightest of pauses .... and then back to signing the pictures and talking.We bantered back and forth, not really saying anything at all.It seemed we were both in a good place, though I did notice the tiniest trace of sadness in his eyes.  I remained happy and upbeat as we spent a little more time together.  And then it was over.  And I woke up.










THINGS THAT BUG THE SHIT OUTTA ME...