Further Descent Into Madness

I used to be faintly bothered by celebrities like, say, Paris Hilton, who are tautologically famous just for being famous.

No more.

With the arrival in my consciousness of Kathy Griffin's "My Life on the D-List," we now have a celebrity who is famous for NOT being famous.

I know, it blew my mind too.

Okay, I Know What You're Thinking...

You follow the financial news. So you're thinking "hey, doesn't that Donovan guy work for BCE? I bet he has some inside info." Well yes, yes I do.

I have, indeed, tried the new Diamond Shreddies. I'll admit, they're "funky" and "modern" but frankly, I liked the old square ones better, and I'm not sure you can get them any more. This thing has "new Coke" written all over it.

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Telemarketer: "Hello can I speak with the lady of the house?"

Me(deadpan): "I'm afraid there hasn't been one for quite some time." (technically, this is true.)

Telemarketer: "Oh... oh, I'm so sorry." (click)

Me: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA