Sherri Shepherd is a Moron

How do people like this end up on TV? No wonder people think Americans are braindead. Sherri Shepherd, from The View, is completely oblivious to the fact that admitting that you don't know if the earth is flat or not makes you look like an ignoramus.




Please. On her Website, Sherri Shepherd thanks her viewers for their prayers that helped establish her 'fame':

To those of you who prayed... let me tell you ... PRAYERS WORK! Because it is a miracle of God that I am now a co-host on The View.

Thank you, God, for putting Sherri on TV. If I were Sherri, though, I would seriously consider asking God for a science lesson.

Happy Friday!

Movie Miscellany

I recently watched When the Levees Broke. The film is absorbing, artistic, and informative. I always take everything that I see with a grain of salt, but nonetheless, I certainly sensed that I was consuming a realistic depiction of what went down. Ray Nagin is part of a 'cast' of almost 100 interviewees (also featured are Governor Kathleen Blanco, Soledad O'Brien, Kanye West, residents of New Orleans, musicians, scholars, etc). In his candid interviews, he seems down-to-earth (what I mean to say is that I don't feel like I've been bull-shat after I hear him speak on something). And I personally think that he did the best he could with what he had after Katrina. Soledad O'Brien was also riveting. She was honest and ballsy. Good stuff. Oh, and PS-- Ray Nagin... is good looking.



Has anyone seen Princesas? This is a character-driven movie set in Madrid, with our main characters living lives of prostitution. It is a pretty good flick. Parts of the plot are ambiguous, but in an obvious way. Many things happen that are not seen or spoken about, but the viewer knows precisely what transpires. I am thinking specifically about a certain part at the end of the movie... I won't spoil it for you, though. Filmed in Spanish with English subtitles.

A nice, big, wholesome breath of putrid air

I got to thinking about what it would be like to live in a really, really polluted place. So, I googled "China Pollution Images" and, wa-BAM, I found some nasty pics.



China wants one million cars off the streets of Beijing in hopes to curtail pollution before the Olympics in 2008. They are actually afraid that athletes can be harmed by this stuff. This is some serious shit.



Ugh, and while we're at it, you must see this. Horrifying.

A view of Beijing from space, anyone?

Hollywood: friend or foe?

At the gym today, whilst vehemently trying to destroy my newly acquired love handles, I was watching the TV mounted to the ceiling in front of my stairmaster. CNN was running a little bit about Halle Berry and her quest to mother a child --GASP-- out of wedlock. The question posed to viewers was, "Is Hollywood sending the wrong message to our children?"

Alright, then, don't send out your best reporters and crews to collect data, analyze the data, and then offer a conclusion. The answer, simply put, is that YES, Hollywood does send the wrong message to our children.

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Well, too bad that it IS NOT HOLLYWOOD's JOB TO SEND THE RIGHT GODDAMNED MESSAGE!

To parents out there up in arms about celebrities who set bad examples for their children, here's a brilliant fucking idea: turn the television off.


Goodnight!

Mid Twenties Weight Gain: WTF?

So, what does a girl gotta do, really, to refrain from becoming a fat ass?

Ok, I'm not a fat ass... YET. Here are my troubles:

I am 25 years old, no kids. I have been exercising religiously for about three years straight. I recently have started to get softer around the middle than I'd like to be (I have always had a soft middle, even at my thinnest). I eat a pretty well-balanced diet, with the occasional mini candy bar here and there. I do, however, get a pretty good workout in at least 5 or 6 days out of the week.

Anyway... all I'm saying is that my legs seem to be growing into gigantic tree trunks and my ass not only is expanding horizontally, but it seems to be creeping up my back, as well. And, of course, I won't forget to mention the love handles. Where the fuck are they coming from? Out of nowhere, it's like I've got another body part, glued to my back, sagging and bellowing, and moving about every time I make a fucking move.

Shit, I better catch me a man before I turn into a goddamned behemoth of a woman. :p