Sopranos spoilers; skip to the next section if you haven’t seen the final episode.
I think that was a shitty final episode and I think David Chase is a flaming asshole. I think Tony needed to die and I especially think AJ needed to die a long, drawn-out, very painful death. I was glad to see Phil die (I kinda liked the over-the-top aspect of it) and I really wanted to see Tony die. I mean, really REALLY wanted to see him die, don’t ask me why.
Ah well. At least Entourage will be back next week!
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When it comes to this whole Paris Hilton thing, I swing between feeling sorry for her (SHUT UP, I can’t help it. She’s such a fucking idiot that I feel sorry for her – to think you’re getting out of jail, only to find out they’re throwing you back in, well, it’s gotta suck in a big way) and wishing David Chase would kill HER off. I mean, did you KNOW that all you had to do to get out of jail is cry in your cell every night? I did not, but I’ll keep that in mind for next time I’m tossed in jail for driving without a license. Driving without a license not once, but twice, I mean. Oh wait, I mean driving without a license AND SPEEDING. Goddamn idiot. Like Mommy and Daddy can’t afford a driver for her?
I guess you can tell how I’m feeling toward her right now, huh?
And while I’m babbling about entertainment news, those
Lindsay Lohan/ Vanessa Minnillo pictures? Those are supposed to be so horrifying that Nick Lachey is “standing by” Vanessa Minnillo? Seriously? Fucking yawnsville. Not much going on in celebrity news this week, obviously.
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I was cross and felt at loose ends yesterday. We went to Lowe’s and spent far too long there, looking for things on our list. When we got home, I ran to the grocery store, then made a loaf of zucchini bread and some potato salad and puttered around the house and did this and that and put clean sheets on my bed and Fred’s bed (which is the one and only thing you will ever hear me badmouth about having separate beds – it means you have to wash twice as many sheets. NOT FAIR.) and washed the dirty ones and hung them out to dry, and read a little and balanced the checkbook and set up the new bird baths, and all I could think was that there was something to do that I hadn’t done, but I never did figure out what that was.
Saturday, we did a lot of driving around looking for a truck for Fred, and
ended up getting one. It’s a nice, shiny truck that looks a lot better (and runs a lot better, too) than you’d expect a 14 year-old truck to look. The air conditioning runs really well, too.
Now I’m trying to convince Fred that we should trade his main vehicle in for a yellow Volkswagen Beetle for me, and he can drive my Reno back and forth to work to save on gas. I don’t seem to be convincing him, though, damnit. Ah well.
It took, basically, a matter of a couple of hours before That Bastard Tom Cullen was jumping the fence in the back yard. As long as we’re out there keeping an eye on him he behaves himself, but the instant you’re not paying attention, the shithead is over the fence. This means Fred will be running the electric fence just inside the fence, and we’ll be putting a collar on Tommy, and probably Mister Boogers as well. I don’t think we need to worry about Sugarbutt – he’s very skittish outside – and Spot can’t jump or climb that well due to his arthritis. Miz Poo seems to be happy to hang out in the back yard, and Spanky has hardly even gone out there. If we have to buy more collars we will, but hopefully Tommy and the Boog are the only ones we need to worry about.
Maxi and Newt like to hang out in the back yard with our cats, and what’s funny is that at least once yesterday (we let them out while we were eating dinner – we eat dinner in the back yard a lot these days) Newt saw Tommy out of the corner of his eye, apparently thought he was Maxi, and rubbed up against him. At one point I think Mister Boogers mistook Newt for Sugarbutt, because he went over to him, stood over him (Newt was sprawled on the ground), and gave him the squinty-eyed “I’m about to show you who the boss is” look, and then seemed to realize that he wasn’t looking at Sugarbutt.
Naturally Miz Poo showed her ass a few times, growling at Maxi, who just looked at her like “You want to try me, bitch?” Miz Poo is all talk, so she backed right off.
Speaking of cats (and aren’t I always?), Tina Louise actually asked to be petted this morning. I was sitting on the floor and she came over and slumped against my knee, then let me pet her for the longest time. Little Spanky will let you pet him on the head for a few moments before he goes bounding off, but I’ll be darned if I can get my hands on Maryanne or Gilligan. They’re calmer about having me in the room than they were at first, at least. They’ll come out and play and occasionally come over to sniff at my feet before they go skittering off.
And they’re so freakin’ cute, I am almost overcome with the need to pick them up and squeeze them, every time I go in that room. I haven’t yet, but I can only be strong for so long, people!
“All full up on the petting for now, thanks.”
Maryanne’s pretty markings.
“You want WHAT? A snuggle? Oh, it is to LAAAAAUGH!”
“Please, can it be adoption time now?”
“I SAY, you want to adopt me now, RIGHT?”
In ur internetz, plotting ur downfall.
A ton more uploaded pictures,
over at Flickr.
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“I think you does not unnerstand, lady. Ah HETS THEM KITTENS. HET.”
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Previously
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: WAS IT REALLY FUCKING NECESSARY TO CLOSE THE POST OFFICE ALL DAY TODAY?
2003: Fancypants goes missing.
2002: Look! It’s PMSing South Park Robyn!
2001: Poor people are so funny, aren’t they?
2000: No entry.]]>
Ugh … the Paris Hilton twenty-four-seven saga? I am so sick of hearing about it. Honestly, when they reported that she cried out for her mom in court, I was kinda surprised. She has a mom??? Somehow I always figured she’d been raised by a pack of poodles.
I thought she went to jail for drunk driving (?). Personally, I think DUI should be tried as attempted murder, so Paris got off very, very easy.
Hopefully, this case will prompt the powers-that-be to investigate the L.A. Sheriff’s Dept from the top down. Sounds like some corruption going on.
Devil: I thought she had her license taken away due to a DUI, then got caught driving (twice!) with a suspended license, which is why she went to jail, but I could be completely wrong and I’m too lazy to Google it up. 🙂
Leslie: A pack of poodles! Hee!
Robyn you are correct. Paris’ license was taken away for a DUI. Then she was put on probation and then drove with a suspended license (I did not know she did that twice though… wow!). By breaking her probation, that is what landed her in jail.
The pictures of the kittens are adorable! They’re so tiny. Gilligan reminds me of our Olive Oyl when she was that little.
I looked at Fred’s site. Nice truck. Besides the green beans and squash, what was the other vegetable in the picture, and how did you prepare the squash and the unknown veggie?
Sandy: That other vegetable was green tomatoes, and I prepared the squash and green tomatoes like this. Yum!
I do not feel sorry for Paris AT ALL!! I agree with Devil. DUI should be treated much more seriously. A suspended license is not punishment enough. And then for her to drive ANYWAY? She is not above the law. Sorry!
Did you see the episode of Oprah last week where the family was coming home from a wedding and they had hired a limo to get them home safely and they were hit by a drunk driver and the 7 year old daughter was decapitated? That family is devastated because some idiot broke the law. That episode really had an effect on me and changed my view on drunk driving, not that I would have ever done it before, but if someone told me they had a DUI, I would not really have thought it was a big deal. After watching that mother tell her story, I realize DUI is a serious crime, and should be treated that way!! Even if you don’t kill someone, the potential to do so is there. Sorry to rant, but like I said, that mothers pain really touched me.
so, it would take us 11 hours to get to
Maryanneyou. We’ve been thinking about it all weekend!Jenn, I would seriously consider meeting you halfway. Am I dedicated, or what? 🙂
Can’t believe I’m defending Paris, but… I saw several lawyers and cops on the news, what little I saw of it, saying that she got celebrity treatment, but not in a good way. They say that, because of prison overcrowding, home confinement is the norm for her offenses, and when people are put in prison for these offenses, it’s normal for them to be let out within a couple of days at the most. She’s being punished for who she is, not what she did. And heck, if a sheriff told me I could get out after a few days, I’d jump at the chance. But she got her sentence doubled for what the SHERIFF did, which is ridiculous. I can’t wish for anyone to have to spend time in prison for minor offenses, I know I’d be a total and complete sob baby if I was in her place.
Robyn I’m with you on the Soprano’s Finale. It sucked moose. I thought our cable went out at the end when it just blanked out. I looked my husband and said, “are you fucking kidding me? I looked forward to this disjointed mess?”
I’m glad Nick is standing by Vanessa. I couldn’t sleep to think otherwise.
Lindsay is still freaking hot. Stoned off her gord, smoking, and giving the camera the finger all take points away, but she still gets an “A” in genetics.
In Ardmore, Oklahoma, you drive drunk, you get arrested, go to jail, go before a judge, lose your license and get a blower, which you pay for, installed in your car. You drive any other car besides the one which the blower was installed in or get someone else to blow for you and then drive drunk and get stopped again,,you go back to jail and your original deferred sentence will be in effect. And it’s not for just a few days or even a few weeks. I was astounded that people out there get off so light.
I don’t feel one bit sorry for her. She clearly thought she was above the law. Grrrrrr!
I’m with you on Paris Hilton……except for the feeling sorry for her part. The reporting of her so-called “spiritual awakening” makes me gag. If I never hear her name again it will be too soon, but unfortunately, that seems all but impossible to avoid.
But, I have to say, I absolutely LOVED the Sopranos finale….thought it was the perfect ending in every way. Sorry, but in my books, David Chase is still brilliant!
Babies do nothing for me. Kittens, however, make me want to DIE from the cuteness. LOVE THEM. PET SOFT BELLIES.
hey robyn… you always make me laugh with mister boogers’ captions!!! i was just wondering — are you doing the kitten fostering in the attic-type room or do you have them in another room in the house?