The Brown Bunny and it was such a piece of godawful crap that I fast-forwarded to the dirty part, and was so grossed out by the thought of Vincent Gallos penis that I had to turn the fucking thing off.
Yet this, where he’s offering up his sperm for 1 million bucks, is apparently for real.
Oh yeaaaaaaaah, I know that I’d want to birth the fruit of Vincent Gallo’s loins.
Pardon me while I gag at the thought.
He’s a class act, that Vincent Gallo:
Mr. Gallo maintains the right to refuse sale of his sperm to those of
extremely dark complexions. Though a fan of Franco Harris, Derek Jeter,
Lenny Kravitz and Lena Horne, Mr. Gallo does not want to be part of that
type of integration. In fact, for the next 30 days, he is offering a
$50,000 discount to any potential female purchaser who can prove she has
naturally blonde hair and blue eyes. Anyone who can prove a direct
family link to any of the German soldiers of the mid-century will also
receive this discount.
I get that he – or whoever wrote the page – is attempting to be funny, but I think he just comes off as a shithead.
In other words, my opinion of Vincent Gallo has not changed in the slightest.
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On a side note, I always get
Natasha Lyonne and
Chloë Sevigny mixed up.
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Yesterday afternoon, Fred came home early because the network at work was down. After we’d both eaten lunch, we went for a drive around our neighborhood so that he could show me a house that was for sale just down the street from
the house we came very close to buying before we ended up buying this one. And then we drove through our favorite subdivision in Madison to see if there were any new houses for sale. There was, and it was very affordable, but way too small.
This whole looking-at-houses thing doesn’t go very well with our plan of putting this house up for sale the spring of 2007 and buying a house in the country, on a lot more land. Not that we’re seriously looking or anything, but just looking at cute houses always gets us all excited and we start to rethink whether we really want to move out of Madison, and then I get excited about the possibility of buying a particular house, and then Fred says “Nah. I’m not really that interested. I was just talking.”
In other words, I think he does it to fuck with me. Fucker.
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This afternoon I will be driving up to near the Tennessee border to take Miz Poo to the vet. Her lip, which had gone back to normal once we started giving her oil every night has puffed up to horrifying proportions. We’ve tried the whole gamut of stuff – steriods, antihistamines, lip cream – but nothing has made a dent in the size of her lip. The last few times Fred took her to the regular vet, he just kind of shrugged and said he didn’t know what it could be, so I’m taking her to a new vet.
The vet I’m taking her to is one of the vets who does a lot of the care for the shelter kitties. This is the vet I take the foster kittens to when it’s time for them to be spayed and neutered. I haven’t seen her face-to-face much, except for the
time I took Mia in when she was very sick (and ended up having to be put to sleep), but I got a very good vibe off her. A getting a good vibe from a vet is worth the 25 minute drive to get there, even if Miz Poo will be howling the entire way.
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Such a pretty poser.
Tom Cullen spilled right out of the cat bed. This is what happens when two growing kittens try to fit in the same little cat bed. Tragic.
Fun with hair scrunchies.
More fun with hair scrunchies.
The long-suffering look makes me laugh until I wheeze. He just sat there and made no attempt to get the scrunchie off his head and gave us this look, like “What are you doing to me now?”
All of today’s uploaded pictures (including more “Fun with scrunchies” pictures) are
here.
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Previously
2004: “Squee!” it reiterated. “Squee! Squee! Squee!”
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: Is it just me, or do you get pissed off when you’re the victim of unexpected pain?
2000: No entry.
1999: Damn that Halloween candy!]]>