Most of you are either in bed, watching Seinfeld reruns, or possibly even enjoying the cult of personality known as the Democratic National Convention. Not me. I am keeping abreast of what's really important, what's going on in the real world, RIGHT NOW.
Okay, not really. But I do have a tasty bit that bears mentioning. Have you ever seen Californication on Showtime? Some of my friends are big fans, constantly trying to sway me. And I think it's crap, and I'll tell you why. David Ducovney. He is the creator, the writer, and the lead actor in the series, which as far as I can tell is an excuse for him to simulate getting pussy and/or head in almost every scene. I don't even know what it's about, to be honest. I think it is the tale of a man, a shitty writer with one story to tell (not unlike Robert James Waller,but less romantic) who has milked his bestseller status into as much trim as he can get away with. It is purely a vehicle for Ducovney to see himself having sex, because we won't pay to see him fuck himself, which is what he really wants to do. Well, guess who went to rehab? That's right. And guess why. Yep, poor David Ducovney has checked into rehab for sex addiction. So to all my peeps who dig Californication, here's a big "Fuck you, I told you so." As my husband pointed out to me, now that he is surrounded by his peers, he can get some real pussy.
On a side note, we must recognize with sorrow the passing of the 6 legged deer that was found recently limping and dragging its way through Georgia. It died in surgery, although why anyone would separate that poor thing from its extra limbs is beyond me. Now the world will mourn its loss of that poor innocent abomination to the Lord. Amen. Forgive me, I just watched "Jesus Camp." Which, coincidentally, is not that different from the Democratic National Convention. The message, yes, different, but the method, eerily the same.
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