On the Cookie love:

From TWOP’s DC forum:

I can think of far more destructive & expensive paths you could take to help you get over your rough patch than delighting in a provocative entertainer on a reality TV show. Sometimes we have to let go of these ridiculous limitations society places on acceptable joys for (women) between the Co-ed and Red Hat Society years. Squeeing over Pampered Chef products can only take a gal so far. Sometimes it’s fun to just enjoy the ride.

Yep, I shall squee away. If you’ve haven’t had a chance to check out his pre-AI recording (Analog Heart), you can listen to them here and buy it here.
He really is that good.

So, yeah. Here’s what I learned about dumpster diving for recycled magazines. People magazine? SUCKS. I remember when it came out in 1973 or 1974. My dad heard about it and ordered me a subscription because it was to be about “regular” people and the cool things they do. Move forward like, what?, 35 years? And it’s all celebrity crap I could give two shits about. Like, what Violet Affleck and Suri Cruise wore to some other kid’s birthday party. WHO CARES?? In fact, I looked at the pics in one and plan to toss the others back in the recycling bin. Who buys this stuff is what I want to know. Bleah. It’s just crap (said she who spends HOURS on the DC idol forums of late).

Which brings me to another point: Cousin O’Love once said that whatever I get into, I get into it 110%. Be it politics, squeefangirly love for David Cook, Capitals hockey or David Icke. 110% into the knowledge. How true that is. I look at my bookshelves and see veritable libraries on the subjects I’ve been into and it’s like looking into a time warp. I see all the phases I passed through and it shows me a path of sorts. Where I’ve been, where I am now and where I might be going. Just kind of interesting, I think. (Duty doesn’t think it’s so fascinating but then I don’t find fantasy baseball as engaging as he does, so there!)

Anyway, that’s all for now.