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Jennifer’s Nipple

I could talk about how Rick Santorum has gone totally Elmer Gantry and what that means for the November election (it’s good news for Obama), or about Paul Babeu, the creepy Arizona hard-ass build-the-dang-fence cop who threatened to deport his gay Mexican lover (who proceeded to out

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him), and now it’s revealed that he (Babeu) was managing a “rehabilitation camp” where all sorts of horrible abuse took place and he was also shtooping one of the boys from that camp, and how I think this sounds an awful lot like Marcus Bachmann with his homosexual re-education program, or about the Russian feminist punk rock group called Pussy Riot who do flash mob type concerts in public places and recently did one at a Cathedral, because I got a lot of hits the other day when I had the word “vagina” in the title, but instead I’m going to write about the Oscars.

Now, the main comment I would like to make about the Oscars is this:  The awards are totally arbitrary.  The fact that Meryl Streep won the best actress award doesn’t mean that she’s the best actress (I’m not dissing Meryl Streep, this is just an example).  Maybe she is, maybe she isn’t.  It’s all a matter of opinion.  Just like the Taj Mahal isn’t actually the most beautiful building in the world or the Mona Lisa the greatest painting.  Oldest, highest, biggest, most expensive, these are things you can measure and report as facts.  Best film, not so much.

I would also like to go on record as saying that I don’t think Billy Crystal’s joke about “The Help” was racist.  (“I wanted to hug the first black woman I saw- which, from Beverly Hills, was about a 45 minute drive.”)  It was a joke about there not being so many black women in Beverly Hills.  A good, liberal joke.

I would also like to go on record as saying that I didn’t see any nipplage from J Lo, so I don’t really know what people are talking about, but even if a little bit of a brown spot was peeking out from under her dress, it would be no big deal and probably not an accident.  This is so common any more that I don’t see how it can be exciting or controversial.

I saw almost none of the nominated films – just Midnight in Paris and I didn’t think that was very good.  Movies are just too  darned expensive any more, and here in Prague they are only about half the price as in the States.  Still too much, especially when you add in the nearly obligatory popcorn and big drink.  You may not get the “big screen experience” but you can see the same film at home, usually only a couple of months later, for nearly nothing.

Anyway, congrats to those who won, condolences to those who lost, I hope Sean Young gets out of jail soon, and that’s over for another year.

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Some Thoughts on LSD

When I say “some thoughts on LSD” I don’t mean that I’m on LSD now and recounting my thoughts. I haven’t seen that stuff in ages.  I don’t know if that’s because it’s the only drug the powers that be have successfully cracked down on, if all the cool kids have moved on to bigger and better drugs, or

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just that nobody offers you any fun goodies when you’re over 30 or so, because that’s about how long it’s been and I’m 57.  No, I mean thoughts about LSD, inspired by the revelation that Matt Stone and Trey Parker, the creators of South Park, were doing acid back in 2000, the night they wore lady’s dresses to the Oscar ceremony.

I must say, I’ve never been a huge fan of South Park.  Cheesy animation and gratuitous swearing.  But full respect to the creators, it’s a huge hit, and some of the songs are seriously funny.  Also, the fight between Jesus and Santa Claus was pretty awesome.  It’s not particularly surprising that they did hallucinogens.  I am not sure, to this day, if it actually enhances your creativity, but I’m  sure it doesn’t diminish it.

Anyway, that gives me the opportunity to link to this, which I think is one of the most amazing LSD stories of all time.  One weird thing about it was, whenever you were doing it, you were sure other people must be able to see how out of your mind you were.  Not so.

It’s different with marijuana.  When you’re stoned on pot, you think you’ve got everybody fooled but, seriously, you can smell that shit a block away.

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