Miscellaneous

I have been very lax in my posting lately. I have, as Nowhere Girl stated on her site, relied on several fluff posts lately. Yes, out of pure laziness, I have taken the easy way out a couple of times and I am not pleased with that. I started Born to Flock because my job can kill your creative soul and this damn thing stimulates my creativity in a way that it has not been stimulated in a very long time. So I have tried to resist fluff posts as much as possible - yet I have fallen into the trap; I have succumbed to the fluff post.

But I have a good excuse.


Since the Flavor of Love show started, I have been mesmerised. Who can break away? Wearing giant clocks around his neck and voting girls out of his life. That's pure gold. Flava Flav!!!!

Can you believe this guy was a badass with Public Enemy back in the day? From Public Enemy to Surreal Life and then to the show with Brigitte Nielsen, Flava has really shown his range.

The leap to "reality" tv is complete. If you haven't watched Flavor of Love, please stop reading this immediately and thank God that you haven't wasted those hours of your life.

TONIGHT ON OPRAH

My wife watched tonight's episode of Oprah in which she ripped James Frey a new ass. It was painful to watch.
Ok, he said it was the story of his life. Oprah believed him. Half of the country believed him. Perhaps he should have been more forthcoming in stating that parts of this book were embellished.

Who doesn't embellish the story when telling about their own lives.

Did anyone bitch at Bill Clinton after they published his book? How much of that do you think was true. Did he embellish? Did he change the facts?

You bet he did.

I read the autobiography of Malcom X and, while it was an excellent book, I am certain that it wasn't precisely honest in every instance. I believe he made every effort to make it truthful but there were portions that you tweak either to make more interesting or to make yourself feel better (look better) in the situation.

I haven't read the book, but everyone tells me it was well written. If it was well written, enjoy it and shut the hell up.

Finally, we come to rat play time.

Rat playtime has become a tradition at our house. Every night almost the entire family gathers together to play with these creepy little bastards.

There are two of them. Both are females. They don't even have real names. Sometimes they are called Babi and Zedi - but that is sort of stupid since that means grandma and grandpa in Hebrew. They are both female and we aren't Jewish.

I should have put this on my tag regarding weird habits because in my house, this has become a habit.

We now have two dogs, two cats, two rats and three kids. Now you really know why I spend all of my time on this blog.