The Rumer Mill

I heard it through the grapevine that Rumer Glenn Willis is actually a transgendered Charlie Brown come to life. I didn't really believe this, but it was confirmed by playing the telephone game with a friend at recess, so it must be true.

Regardless of whether or not Rumer is a SHim Charlie Brown, one thing is certain-- she is a classic butterface.

(Advice to Rumer: Honey, put your Mom's plastic surgeon on speed dial. Luckily, money is no object.)

A Warning to Turkeys Everywhere

Things I hate for no particular reason, but I hate them

The creepy CBS eye logo

Busosines

Writing the lower case letter "g"

Trucker gear as a fashion statement

The symbol for the bass cleff (treble is so much prettier)

Me

I am the type of person who would travel the world and come home with a million pictures of McDonald's.

Statue of Perseus

I was really surprised when I saw the statue of Perseus with the Head of Medusa at the Metropolitan Museum of Art that it didn't look anything like Harry Hamlin. The sculptor never saw Clash of the Titans?! Did he live under a rock?

You make me want a better robe

God help me, I LOVE this picture of Jack Nicholson in a leopard-print robe. I was wondering where one might find a robe such as this, so I partook in a brief Google journey to see what I could find. It turns out that, like the man himself, Nicholson's robe is a one-of-a-kind, because the closest thing I could find is this:

Lemon Shower Caps

I've always been a fan of the little cheesecloth shower caps that fancy restaurants put on their lemons so that seeds don't get in your food when you squeeze the juice. They are up on my list with drink umbrellas and minty ice cubes.

WANTED!

I want this I want this I want this, but not for $20.00.

I'm going to ask Santa for this.

But in the meantime I keep looking at it and wanting it...

My Two Part Nap

I am truly exhausted lately because I've been working a lot. (Of all times for NaBloPoMo to fall!!!) But yesterday I made some headway in recovering with what was possibly THE best nap of my life. It was so wonderful, there were two parts to it. Part One took place on the couch, and Part Two happened in my bed.

Part one began after dinner, with no hint of napping to come. I was sitting on the couch, enjoying a glass of wine, listening to the day's replay of Howard Stern. At some point I drifted into a land of bliss-- that lovely thing called sleep we all love so much. After an unknown amount of time, I woke up, only because I was slightly chilly.

And so begins Part Two. With very little effort, and absolutely no guilt, I floated upstairs to my bed, tucked myself under the covers, and fell into a near coma for hours. I woke up at 9:15 PM to the sound of a lovely November rain (the weather, not the song; although the song is lovely too.) And I was happy...

I Can't Believe It's Butter Coffee

Look how tired I am. I put butter in my coffee this morning instead of sugar. (Don't judge. You might do the same some day.)

I'll admit, I'm kind of tempted to try this and see how it tastes. I love butter, as I've haiku-ed before. Maybe this was a Freudian slip and I really wanted to put butter in my coffee. Maybe I just invented the next new fad-- Butter Coffee, available at ButterBucks.

[time lapse]

OK, never mind. Greasy, salty coffee is not that good, even when made with real butter. But in the future, if you ever see butter coffee on the menu at Starbucks, you'll know where they got the idea.