Random morning thought ...

Why didn't anybody on Gilligan's Island ever snap and have a killing spree? I wouldn't have been the least bit surprised if Gilligan had woken up one morning to find the Professor standing over him with a very heavy coconut and a crazed smile. Or one day, the Skipper realizes he's all alone and goes looking for the rest only to find everybody but the Professor buried under the Professor's hut.

Because you just know it'd be the Professor who'd snap. Seven people on the island, two are married, two are guys, and the two available women won't give him the time of day. If he'd cracked and bludgeoned everyone to death with a coconut, who would have blamed him?

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You know, I think it's pretty obvious that I could give a flying fuck that Britney Spears married her skanky boyfriend this weekend. What pisses me off is that she's turning into the equivalent of Princess Diana, since between this cover in July, the one from August with that creepy photo of her and Kevin's poor little kid, and the one that's bound to come out next week, that's three times in as many months that she's been on the cover of People magazine. Jesus, I like that magazine, but this is getting ridiculous.

At least I have Entertainment Weekly to fall back on, which will definitely have mention of it in the magazine but can usually be counted on not to put this crap on the cover.

The woman is five years younger than I am and has already been married twice. Blech.

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An overlay of the paths of Hurricanes Ivan, Frances, and Charley, over a map of which counties voted for Bush vs. which ones voted for Gore in the 2000 election.

*dies* If God sends these things as warnings, that's an amusingly definitive signal.

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You know, we haven't played Movie Quotes Tag in a while. (I know there's a community specifically for it now, but what the hell?)

( The rules, for anybody who hasn't played before )

( And now, the quotes )

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I think I have a cold. Blech. I've spent the entire day sneezing. But, hey, at least I got a good mock-up of the dead_earth finished and ready to be typed up and posted, so I've got that going for me.

In other news, Bill O'Reilly is an asshole, but you knew that. Eighty-seven percent of the people who watch The Daily Show do so while intoxicated. I'll bet you didn't know that, but O'Reilly does, quite possibly because he's working with the same scientists who just discovered wasabi fucks up your sinuses. Well, as ash_grey_sky pointed out, "And you, O'Reilly, are a douche. But in the morning, I will be sober." (I actually forced myself to listen to ten minutes of his show today before Don & Mike, and that moron's still bitching about France. Dude, it's over. Give it a rest. Jesus.)

Also, I glanced over at Fandom Wank when I got in out of dear-God-don't-make-me-type-anymore distraction and stumbled upon this little gem ... that's right, that massive paragraph about halfway down the page. Apparently, that's Anne Rice, responding to the bad Amazon reviews she's gotten and sounding much like an annoyed fanfic writer. I don't know if it is or isn't her, but the mind, it boggles. (Oh, I just clicked "See my other reviews" and the woman gave glowing praise to "The Passion of the Christ" and about a half dozen other Christian studies books. I ... I ... *officially has no idea how to react, breaks brain trying to come up with something*)

EDIT: *giggles hysterically* I just ... I just ... I am such a sick fucking bastard. As evidenced by the plot idea I just had for the TroNoWriMo. (Yeah, like you haven't figured that out waaaaaaay earlier.)

*goes back to my giggles*