You know what I hate? I hate that I haven't had anything funny posted lately. It's all been about work sucking or about me not sucking Dave (heh...ok, that was kind of funny...), or what have you, and I'm tired of that. But no one has done anything to me that makes me sit up and go, "Oh my God! That MUST be blogged about before I die!" The streets have been quiet, as have been the newspapers...and my life in general. It's just a ho-hum time of year, I guess.
I would think that with this kind of blogging going on, it'd be better to just skip it, eh?
OH! But did anyone see The Bachelorette the other night? Now that was worth watching, my friends. I liked the change in format, and the change in locale, and the many cute men as well as the many retarded men that made it through the selection process. There's a stalker, a stupid Frenchman, and an adorable guy that I think has pulled the fresh wool right over Jen's Marcia Brady look-alike head. Let's see...one guy passed out during the rose ceremony, and then he thought that was the reason that he was sent home (um, honey? No. Yes you may have really pretty eyes, but your head is too large for your body, and those eyebrows! AUGH It's like caterpillars are marching across the forehead!), another guy got completely blitzed on every type of alcohol that was made available to him and then thought that because he kept talking about what "eye-candy" Jen was that night, he was a shoe-in for a rose, and another one hit on her friends-posing-as-"waiters" (um, Chris? They were waitresses, jackass. Even more PC would be to call them servers, but let's at least get the gender right if we're going to refer to them the old fashioned way) I guess because he didn't realize he was on a show where he's supposed to be vying for the attention of the woman he hopes to marry at the end of it all. Eh, he was cross-eyed anyway. Maybe it extends to the lobe in the brain that handles his logical decisions in life.
It was fantabulous, and I can't wait to see this next week's episode in which something bad apparently happens, and the cops get involved. But I can't believe she kept the French guy around! He was just gross compared to some of the other adorable men she sent home. She even kept the A.W. guy which makes no sense to me at all. His eyes are creepy - like a Cabbage Patch Kid, or something. And what the fuck is up with that name? Gah. I hope she figures it out soon, and that this season's Bachelorette goes by quickly. My bets are on Jean Paul, Jerry, and Ryan being in the last 3. But I think Ryan (teacher from Manhattan Beach) will win. We'll see...