Paris Hilton @ MindSay

i hate paris hilton. she's not worth even looking at. she's stupd (via "thats hott") , she hasn't done anything she said she would, and you can just look at her and tell she has SO MANY s.t.d.'s it's not even funny. and if she has so muchmoney why dont she get that fucking eye fixed? she looks like she's in a stoned daze ALL the time. i can't stand her. and yeah you can say "you dont know her" you know what, i DONT want to know her. if i ever met her i'd be the 1st person ever to slap her. well, with a hand. cuz you know she's been dick smaked enough. "one night in paris" if you people haven't forgotten. do you think she ever eats? you know she's the one who tought nicole ritchie how to get skinny.

For a long while now TV has consisted of an abundant amount of reality shows, Law and Order repeats, and a few new pilot series that disappear before titles and character names can even be remembered.  With both the writers and actors back to work many have hoped that their favorite pastime would again produce some entertaining and quality shows.  Unfortunately,  TV has just gotten worse thanks to Miss Hilton.

Paris Hilton is coming back to TV in order to find a new best friend – I guess Nicole Richie doesn’t qualify anymore as she gave birth to a daughter and her wild nights and hard partying have appeared to cease.  So what is a girl to do?  Clearly the answer is to host a reality show in order to find her replacement.  

How ridiculous!  Even worse is the language used in the press release stating, “The contestants will live together in a house — drama! — and try to prove themselves worthy in the areas of loyalty, endurance and girl politics."

The only thing correct and reflective of Paris in that sentence is the word drama!

Will you watch Paris find a new BFF?  Perhaps you are intrigued by her peculiar celebrity?

Or do you wish you never have to see, hear, or watch this wanna-be heiress again?

This report was contributed by Danielle Morrison

So it's been a bit since I've blogged.  I'm getting lazy, I suppose.  But in truth, I'm trying to avoid making so many entries that are nothing more than glimpses into my dull routine.  This may be, in fact, an online diary, but that doesn't mean I need to bore you with entries about my daily life.

That being said, this past weekend was an unusual one for me, in that I had not one, but two dates.  And not with the same person, either.

Last Monday night, I placed an ad on Craigslist.  It was a long, somewhat rambling kind of thing, that was "inspired" by the fact that I'd made the mistake of watching a romantic comedy while I was already somewhat depressed.  Naturally, this made me feel worse, and so I posted. 

I don't know what I expected.  Maybe a small handful of responses.  All told, I got over a dozen, which did surprise me.  I replied to all of them, though I could tell from the initial emails that there was no way we'd really hit it off.  But there were three or four that stood out.  Well, I've now met in person with two of them.  One of them, I might meet this weekend.  No plans, yet, to meet anyone else. 

How'd the dates go?  Okay, I guess.  I really like both of them, but so far, I'm not feeling anything beyond friendship for them.  But y'know what?  That's perfectly fine.  I honestly never expected to find any sort of romance from the post.  But if I get a couple good friends?  That's successful.


Well, something else did come out of one of the dates: a new drink!

One of the girls told me a story of a report she'd done in grade school.  The report was on the country of Brazil.  And she got completely fascinated by the Brazilian weasel (known as the Coati).  Her report consisted largely of facts about this animal (which got her a bad grade and a "talking to" from her teacher for not taking the assignment seriously or something like that).

I said, "The Brazilian Weasel... that's a cocktail name if ever I heard one."

So I did a little research.  First, I learned that the national drink of Brazil is Cachaça.  This is a type of rum, but made from sugar cane, rather than molasses.  Next, I looked up the word "weasel" on Webtender.  I only found one drink that included that in the name.  It was made from tequila, rum 151, lemon juice, and sugar.  Well, I wanted it to be different, so I decided that the Brazilian Weasel should be Cachaça, Coke, and lemon juice.

Please don't drink this.  It's vile.

But y'know, the other beverage I think of when I think of Brazil is... yeah... coffee.  So, please do try this one:

        The Brazilian Weasel

• 1 oz. Cachaça
• 1 oz. Café de Nuit
• 1 oz. Half-and-Half

Yummers.

Oh, just my thoughts on the Cachaça...  It's not that great.  I bought the 2-year old, "aged" version.  Still pretty harsh stuff.  On the other hand, the bottle of 12-year old Zaya rum I bought last week?  Wow.  Awesome.

So in the news today, I read a couple things of interest.  Well, okay, the first one is of morbid interest, and that's Paris Hilton has now begun her jail sentence.  She's been really whining a lot about this.  C'mon, bitch, it's 23 days!  In solitary confinement for 23 hours a day, for that matter!  Shit, if I ever did go to prison, I'd want solitary.  Three weeks sitting around doing nothing?  Hell, that's a vacation, to me.

But for Paris?  Poor bimbo had to call her shrink and complain that she couldn't eat or sleep and that her cell was "freezing cold."

Oy.  Y'know, I had more to say about this loser, but why bother?


Moving on...

"Fleeting Expletives" are now okay on prime time TV.  Yeah, the courts have said the FCC needs to lighten the hell up.

About fucking time.

Anyone who thinks their children don't already hear cuss words in school is living in a fantasy.  And anyone who wants the TV to be their babysitter needs a smack upside the head, anyway.

I'm not saying that kids shouldn't be made aware that certain language is inappropriate in certain circumstances.  But it's not too bright to "shelter" them from language that exists in the real world, in some vain hope that they'll never use such words.

I was given the most creepiest come on line EVER
The day before I moved out of my old basement apartment, the boyfriend of the drunk who lives upstairs hit on me. It happened while I was taking a break from packing and decided to take some cool night air. The guy came out of the backyard, parked his bike, and said to me, "Rick tells me you're a witch." I laughed. Like who doesn't know that about me in town? So what. Before I could say anything in return, he says, "Would you like to have a warlock tonight?" I laugh harder. Is he serious? Drunk? What an idiot.  BUT it gets worse.  I explain to him that he isn't a warlock and if he's offering me one, he's full of shit and doesn't know what he's talking about.  I tell him what a real warlock is.  He then says, "Well, some people say I'm an evil man."  I say, "That's nice" as I am about to go back inside to get away from him.  As I turn away, he rubs his hand down my side.  I slap away his hand and tell him "now that is unasked for!"  He doesn't say sorry.  Just gives me a blank look that I think he thinks makes him look sexy but just shows he's even more of an idiot, but less of a forgiveable one.  "I'm told I'm a good kisser," he adds, "and I can do you up the back side... real good."  My skin crawls.  I literally open the door and run inside.  As I leave he says, "I'll come down stairs to keep you company."  No, thank you.  I lock the door and sleep with my 911 cell phone.  The next day my landlady tells me that this guy had just gotten out of jail for being a pedophile.  Great.  Makes me even happier for moving.  My previous landlady had a tendency to take in very dangerous, crazy strays.  I'm very happy to be out of there.  I'd rather deal with my brother giving me hell than some weirdo molesting me.

 

Paris Hilton, despite the glamour of her fame, is really ordinary

I didn't get a chance to comment much on Paris going to jail because I figured just about all of us are tired of hearing about it.  My initial reaction was one of "who cares?" anyway.  Even though I'm not a fan, the fact that she went to jail made her seem more human to me.  When they first sent her home early, I wasn't surprised, not because she's a celebrity, but because the over crowding in jails does tend to mean that there are some who are put on house arrest.  I've known enough people in trouble like that and have had more than a few friends wear one of those ankle bracelets and their arrests were all about them having done something stupid, not violent.  When she revealed on Larry King Live that it was panic that was the main cause of her initial early release, again I wasn't surprised.  And despite the fact that everyone has made fun of her, that Larry King interview really opened my eyes, made me realize that this girl really isn't stupid, she's just really normal and the only real thing that makes her unique is her heiress/celebrity status which is totally overblown.  I can't hate a person like her.  I don't even want to make fun of her.  I predict she will go through several religions until she finally matures.  She's not going to end up an actress or even an activist like she thinks she wants, she will just become someone we once heard a lot about and may someday appear in a John Waters movie as an extra.  Why, you ask?  Well, because Paris Hilton's fame is really ridiculous and is the only thing that makes her interesting, and that makes her kitsch enough to be in something like a John Waters movie, but don't give her too many lines because if any of you have seen her film Bottoms Up, it's plain to see she's not leading role material... at all.  My other prediction for her is that she will become one of those old ladies with several cats and dogs and will end up being something of an eccentric recluse who has a bedroom used as a shrine to herself.

 

Medium John J. Oliver gives me horny vibes

After watching a marathon of Court TV's Haunting Evidence, I look at John J. Oliver and get the sense that he's a very sexual individual.  I don't really know why I get that impression about him.  He's the only psychic investigator I've ever met who gives me that horny vibe, like he loves sex a lot and that it's his way to really unwind.  The other psychic on the show, Carla Baron, just gives me the psychic impression that she's a motherly type, really into her home and family, and that's how she approuches each case.  John, on the other hand, is very intense with just about everything he does.  Besides being horny, he exudes determination and ambition, something I sense in a lot of high profile mediums.  However, unlike someone like John Edward, he's not a performance artist with his craft.  Maybe it's the faces he makes while in trance that gives the impression he's sexy, or the dark glasses and suits he wears giving the image of a Euro-trash kind of pretty boy.  John Oliver is not your typical medium.  After looking at his bio page, it's not surprising to me that he lives in New York City.  I am a medium myself, so sometimes when I watch these shows using famous intuitives to solve cold cases, I pick up on the other mediums themselves and laugh my ass off.  The only thing that befuddles me while watching them at work is wondering how they do it -- or, more precisely, how can they stand being on camera like that?  What they do is not easy and you gotta have some emotional strength to deal with and sort through the crappy visions to get to the meat or heart of the background of the case.  Every psychic I know is an ordinary person.  Having visions is nothing new to me and members of my family.  But what I also know about many psychics, famour or not, is that we all tend to develop disorders or we pick up weird quirks to deal with real life.  So while I watch shows like Haunting Evidence, I am laughing not because I disbelieve the visions the psychics on the show are having, I'm laughing because John J. Oliver and Carla Baron both seem so ordinary to me, like people I'd be more prone to share a coffee with than see on TV giving readings!  Plus the graphics and presentation -- the "oh, so spooky!" moody blue autumn tree shadows and fog -- they use to advertise the show is most unnecessary, yet without that bit the show would be as ordinary as its stars really are and can get boring.  The show's "dressing" is funny and more prone to attract people to the subject matter all because Ooooh, it's got psychics in it! and the commercials are so hooky, claiming "if you see this episode, you'll die of surprise" sorta thing that I can't help but laugh so hard my sides hurt. 

In any case, whether or not I'm right on about John's horny vibes, you gotta admit there's an aura of sexiness about him that you can't shake off.  Gay or straight, he's got that appeal.  And if my observations about this ever get read by John (I'm already blushing), I'm sure I'm bound to catch a little hell for it, but I can't help but point out the hotness. 

 

Hmmmm... I think I'm going to write more about psychics in a minute....

 

I'm so sick about all this shit about Paris Hilton...I never used to like her but now I think I'm gonna like her just becuz everyone else are just being dicks...yeah okay...everyone fucks up sometimes. It's not like she's the first  person to ever go to jail or do something with a guy that you  wouldn't want someone to find out about. And what'd ya know? Right as I'm finishing this, guess who's being trashed on TV?