Here's
a story. One time when I was in high school I got a ride home from
my friend who was black. She put in a tape of "I Know You Got
Soul" and I sang along because I had the 12" and I'd memorized
it, and she was like, "What the? Who are you?" I may be
so white, but don't underestimate my music collection. This is only
relevant because each year on American Idol Randy Jackson has some
catchphrase he says to contestants as they leave the audition room,
and this year it seems to be "show and prove", which is
a lyric from that song. I like it. I think I'll start saying it
all the time.
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I've
been sick for the past week, and this is the third time I'm ill
since I gave birth ten months ago. I like to keep track of these
things, if for no other reason than when I'm diagnosed with cancer
someday I can say "I knew I was sick too much and there was
something really wrong with me!" It's a sore throat plus cough
plus small fever, and I was on the mend but then I went to music
class with the baby yesterday and the teacher's son was walking
around with a yard of green snot hanging out of his nose, so I'm
sure I'm reinfected. I know, I wanted to barf too.
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Before
I forget, you should all rent the Business of Being Born from Netflix
when it's released in February. Especially if you're planning on
having a baby in the US of A. I saw it last week and it made me
realize a few things: a) my documentaries are going to suck comparatively,
and b) if there was ever a crowd in Los Angeles that was going to
be nutty during a Q and A session after a film, it was this one.
If you've been a reader here for any length of time you've probably
heard me talk about screenings around here and how anytime there's
a Q&A afterwards the freaks come out and blather on just to
feel their own hot breath coming out of their mouths. This time
was even more special than usual, as the screening was hosted by
the Los Angeles Doula Association, and was attended by, let's say,
a more wispy talky hippy granola crowd. So when the windbag ladies
got started with their various "questions" (meaning they
weren't really questions, they were more like meandering dissertations
on their own lives), even former talk show host moderator Ricki
Lake couldn't get them to reign it in. So finally I left. And then
almost ran over a tranny pros on Sunset on the way home.
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I
think that Kate Hudson is killing/trying to kill her boyfriends.
First Owen Wilson tried to bloodlet himself, and now Heath Ledger
is dead. Weird, though -- I've had so many conversations lately
about how Britney and Lindsay and Paris are these dumb bimbo girls
screwing up and why aren't any boys running around messing up their
lives? But the boys do it privately, and then they end up dead.
Brad Renfro and Heath Ledger within a week of each other is sad.
And I can think of more who died, too: Jonathan Brandis, David Strickland,
Glenn Quinn. Have any young Hollywood girls died from excess or
being troubled? None that I can think of.
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Now
for more lighthearted adventures, here are some nice websites of
monkeys
and mullets.
Have a good weekend.
