Today I went to the grocery store and got cat food and frozen pizzas and things, and went to the laundromat and dropped off my laundry, and came home and changed my sheets, and then tonight I made a bread pudding.

Well, what can I say, they can't all be winners.

Been watching the MTV Video Awards tonight. I think there's a reason why rock stars are generally not allowed to talk extemporaneously in public.

Or, in fact, at all.

I was watching the Oprah show today, and I thought there were alot of similarities to this my little home page. The longer you watch her show, the more you know Steadman and Gail and all of the people in her life, and it's sort of like a slow biography, unfolding daily. Just like this page.

So, where're my millions of dollars, then?

I know that being a dialectician means that things that don't bother anybody else put me on the verge of suicide, but this is driving me crazy. There's a new commercial for Fancy Feast cat food "Fillet and Paté" with a very upper-class voice-over by Lauren Bacall. Who, over the course of the commercial mispronounces the word "paté" about five times. Paté is pronounced (chorus along with me) PA-tay, with a slight stress on the first syllable. Also acceptable, if one is French, a slight stress on the second syllable. Note the use of the word "slight". Well, ol' Lauren Bacall says, and I am not exaggerating, "p'TAY", as in "First, a layer of our finest p'TAY", like it's short for potato or something.

It makes me want to rip my ears off.

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