The woman believed to be the oldest living person in the world turned 128 today. She is Cruz Hernandez from El Salvador. Below is an excerpt from the article:
"Hernandez, who relatives say spends most of her time dozing and no longer speaks..."
Well, no kidding. After 128 years, what more could she say? And, is she dozing or has she really died and no one noticed.
I couldn't sleep last night, so I found myself wide awake at 3:30am. I was watching the news, World News Now, and the female anchor was talking about Tom Cruise's publicity stunts for MI:3 in New York. Ron Corning, the male anchor, sat for a second or two in dead air, then turned to Gigi and said, "I couldn't care less about that guy. Is that wrong for me to say?"
I didn't hear Gigi's response because I laughed out loud. No, Ron, it's not wrong.
Have you ever looked around at the people your associated with and felt like you slipped down a rabbit hole? Characters as far as the eye can see, each one nuttier than the last. And you're the normal one...or are you. I had that feeling last night at school. (my fellow Rack Packers excluded, of course) Between Pat and her buddy Squatch, Topper, Sybil, Cinna Bun, Marbles, Toe Socks, and the paper dropper (these are all code names, people) it was a veritable freak show.
Overheard in line for the ATM at the liquor store:
"I don't want to spend more than $100. $150 tops. What if I only want one tattoo? I means, I don't know how I'll feel after this. I'm sure it's a good shop, and sure he's a talented artist, but if this is going to be my one and only tattoo, is this what I want? And is he who I want to do it? I just don't know." Young, buxom blonde then drops her Hello Kitty coin purse and marvels at the fact that Stoli is available in glass bottles, which is apparently unheard of in Florida. I'm willing to bet the one tattoo that she was contemplating was a butterfly on her lower back. I was going to tell her that tattoos are like Lays potato chips, but I really just wanted her to step away from the ATM so I could purchase by Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper get back to work.
I'm bored.
Yesterday there was an accident on Fountain at La Cienega, forcing me down a side street to Santa Monica and on westward. I saw lots of cute apartment buildings with vacancies, but being West Hollywood, I'm sure they were out of my range. However, I so want to live in the Black
Flag building (photos). 
And while I'm making obscure music references, I love this cartoon.
That's all for me today.
2 comments:
Did you check out all the party pics I took a couple weeks back? If you're throwin' Black Flag out there, you might actually recognize some of those guys.
And then you went to the SnB, where you were surrounded by even more odd characters!
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