First things first –
internet famous (kind of!)
Just check out this bio on little ol’ me over at the comedy festival’s website.
And in the immortal words of Rod Stewart: Tonight’s the night!
(Only, you know, without all the sexual stuff.)
Now, excuse me while I jump up and down like the excitable jumping thing that I am.
Friday Fry-up time!
Well that’s offensive.
I was buying my sister a birthday card the other day in Hallmark when I espied these:
THIS KIND OF CRAP MAKES ME SO ANGRY I WANT TO PUNCH A HOLE IN THE WALL.
First of all, let’s get one thing straight.
Porn is porn is porn.
por·nog·ra·phy /pôrˈnägrəfē/ Noun
Printed or visual material containing the explicit description or display of sexual organs or activity.
This whole idea that women somehow get off on seeing dudes BUY FLOWERS or WIPE A BABY’S BUM is so unbelievably offensive TO BOTH WOMEN AND MEN that it makes me head spin.
Oh yeah…seeing that guy ACT LIKE A HUMAN BEING makes me so hot…I mean, holy crap – a man COOKING!? AND CLEANING TOO?! HOW SEXY IS THAT!?
I need a cold shower just thinking about it!
Like, cuz, those things are normally just for the womenz to do, RIGHT PEEPS?
Are you dudes watching House of Cards?
Here are ye olde House of Mad, we are big Netflix connoisseurs and as such we’ve recently started watching this program.
It’s a show that was actually made for Netflix, which is pretty darn cool in and out of itself. I imagine that as viewership of traditional cable continues to drop, more shows will go the way of the live-streaming route.
(Allowing viewers to binge-watch at their leisure.)
Anyway, back to the show. Am I the only person who thinks that Mr. Spacey is a bit of a psychopath? I mean, the dude comes across as creepy as heck.
Also, I never thought I would hate someone as much as Walter White (Breaking Bad), but Francis Underwood is giving him a pretty good run for his money.
And that’s saying quite a bit.
But don’t let that detour you – if you have access to this show do check it out. It’s a pretty good glimpse into how morally bankrupt and incestuous our political systems truly are, not to mention how we’ll probably never know 99.9 per cent of the machinations that take place behind the capital’s closed doors.
Looking at what these horrible (fictional) people do, that gives me one good case of the shivers.
Today is my beauty cat of a little sister’s birthday!
She is a firecracker, a butt-kicker, an amazing chef, and a lass who can rock a vintage dress like no other.
I wish so very much that I could be with her today to celebrate this auspicious occasion, but as I cannot, I send her all my biggest and best birthday wishes.
Also, we are very good looking when we hang out together:
Like, the most.
So there you have it my darlings!
I will let you all know how the show goes tonight.
And in return, I’d love to hear how everything is going for you all, wherever in the world that may be.