Ahhh........ bullshit on us all.

The cold continues.

I suppose that the cold is a learning process.

Cause and effect.

I.E. Cause: "Today the temperature is seventeen degrees with a wind chill that gets right about to minus five."

Effect: You fucks can build by yourselves. I'm couch bound and coffee drinkin'.

Except I don't do this. I venture out in the winter atmosphere and build someones dreams. Dreams that breed frostbite and malcontents.

That's right malcontents, but not as much vitriol as this breeds:

Constant bombardment of new Anna Nicole Smith news.

Anna Nicole Smith is dead. If you don't already know this bit of news, the rock you're hiding under is large. Very fucking large. In fact were talking K2 sized rock mass. Fakking huge.

Where was I...

Oh yes, the passing of Anna Nichole Smith. I am of the opinion that this is the tragic end to a sad life. Anna Nicole was a drugged up socially inept princess that may have been better suited working at the local Dairy Queen rather than the face of tasteful porn/ Guess? jeans. I firmly believe that without all this attention bestowed upon her she may have just been a great suburban mother...

...or something.

The part of this saga that infuriates me to the Nth degree is the media coverage of a person that was a constant disaster and had little control of the words flowing out of her drug numbed lips. The people that made her the pinnacle of beauty were waiting at the end of the darkening downward spiral that her life was taking. Waiting in salivary twilight, their arms outstretched to catch her at her end.

I've had alot of fun at Anna Nicoles expense, she was all to easy to verbally eviscerate as her foibles were constant and entertaining. So, maybe I'm just one of the vultures.

So fuck us all. Fuck you. Fuck me.

Fuck.