Turns out, George does not like killing goats, and Ewan can be cast as a guy named “Bob”.
Lots of time in the desert.
Lots of goats.
A decent amount of funny quips by George.
A decent amount of LSD.
Who knew Barney could be as bad as waterboarding?

Not what I thought it would be like, but decently enjoyable. Maybe I just have a problem calling such a sexy lad like Ewan McGregor “Bob”.

We accept you, one of us. I find this incredibly amazmical (amazing + magical).

Has anyone seen the movie Freaks before?

Hello there, fellow Wordsmokers! SFBirdie here, after a bit of a hiatus from the whole writing thing (had a bit of a writer’s block). I’ve decided to kick off my return to putting thoughts and ideas into semi-coherent sentences and paragraphs with a look at the crazies on the season premiere of the Real Housewives of Orange County!

There, I said it. What 95% of all American bridesmaids (I’m not entirely sure about bridesmaids elsewhere, as I only have 4 Weddings and a Funeral and other similar British comedies to judge the rest of the world) think to themselves or, at least, voice to non-partisan 3rd parties after having to shell out at least $150 bucks on a dress they will never wear again.

You all should feel extremely lucky – I refused to do the Facebook version of this and many a friend was obviously disappointed…and maybe even a little heartbroken. Or hungry, I’m not really sure.

In any case, @DahlELama mentioned that this is a great little way to pass the time (thanks) so here it goes:

Congratulations America! It seems our budget deficit officially passed the $1 trillion mark this past June, blowing away the previous deficit record of a fiscal year of $454.8 billion (2008). Wow, am I proud! Seriously, in the words of Ron Burgundy, “How’d you do that? Heck, I’m not even mad, that’s amazing.” I know I should probably be a little discouraged, but I figure, seeing as this recession has already made us all sad and jaded and even poor, we could make some lemonade from these 1 trillion lemons, spike it with some vodka (unless the recession has turned you into an alcoholic, which then I would suggest AA and maybe a sponsor) and woohoo PaRtY like it’s 1998!

Why, you may ask? Oh lawwwdy, for many a reason. Here goes my top ten list for why this would be totally awesome:

1. Obviously, this would mean that any response to how I feel about a subject (whether it be one regarding news in politics, technology, science, entertainment, feminism, etc etc etc) I could just fade it out and pretend like it never happened. Oh wait, I already do that HAHAHA

I’d like to first say “bravo!” to  Bravo and the Blue Light bar for coordinating NYC Prep’s timeslot and the end of Taco Tuesday specials. To the Blue Light, for those margaritas (by the way, it takes about 2 – and by 2 I mean 7) without which I might never be able to sit through even five minutes of NYCP. Ok, that’s probably a lie, but they’re kinda like the spoonful of sugar that makes the medicine go down. The medicine that continues to rot my brain every week and keep me from gettin’ through my bucket list and doing all those big and wonderful things that I had planned when I was a little girl. Ok, I’d love to go off on a tangent about the ramifications of trashy reality TV on our society, but instead how about we revel in the blatant voyeurism and mind-numbing (oh it hurts – hurts so GOOD) tales of those rich, preppy little prepsters?