It didn't deserve to be capitalized, which gives you an idea of what you're in for, should you choose to continue reading.
First, Saturday night with the Porsche Club was amazing. Aaron is such a doll. I have pics - I'll post one tomorrow, I'm too lazy. I've been running around like the proverbial headless chicken, and even the idea of finding the camera cable and actually doing something as complicated as clicking 'download' is beyond me. Sorry. Anyway. Full post of Aaron and the Porsche club tomorrow.
You want to know how I know the Christmas season is officially upon us? A Santa parade? Christmas carols? Nope. It's my first ad for Ov Glove, or however you spell it. Once the As Seen On TV ads start, you know you've descended into festive hell.
Maggie is sitting at my elbow as I work. She's been fed. It must be love. I love Maggie.
I was talking to someone the other day about the new Fiat. I drove it in New York, and totally loved it. As we talked, I mentioned that I really hoped nothing would stick up it's ugly nose to screw this car up. Chrysler posted a few days ago that sales are far off what they wanted, but admitted it's due to the fact they've tried to develop new dealerships just to sell the tiny cars. As the bricks and mortar construction of said dealerships have stumbled, so have sales. They're looking long term. Or so they say. But today, as I trolled around on Jezebel, I've learned a sordid truth: those Jennifer Lopez ads, where she's driving though the 'hood, expounding her love for the gritty side of that 'hood? You know, cuz she's Jenny from the 'hood? (yes, I just like saying 'hood). Well. Double. She never left L.A. to film said gritty 'hood, which is the Bronx. I must admit: I do not like Jennifer Lopez. I don't get it. Sorry. I just don't. I find her the epitome of everything that is wrong with fame: she can't sing, she can't act (though George Clooney brought out the best in her in that early movie I forget the name of; it could have just been George, though. I admit it.) She's pretty but forgettable, and a smokin' ass isn't enough to make me forget how cloying she is. And now, she can't even fly to New York to drive a darling Fiat? Bah.
I spoke at Queen's Park yesterday about being crazy. I'm speaking at CAMH tomorrow night for the same reason. Just thought I'd throw that in there. Motorcycles, Porsches, bipolar. I always have to make sure I pack the right speech.
I read an article today that hair dye is killing and maiming women in the U.K. This is horrifying. I'm heading to the lab tomorrow for an overhaul, and while I don't want to die, nor do I want to have dark roots. I am shallow. So shoot me and kick some leaves over me.
I filed a column about a dead squirrel today.
Oh, that pic up there? That's an outtake from my TV show that I'm going use to take over the world. Okay, maybe not. But I'll be damned if I'm not gonna try.