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Wednesday, August 10
Ever have one o' those mornings where you just can't seem to fully wake up? Yeah, that's me right now.
I was reading a book last night when I noticed the About the Author section. Now, I just have to ask, why does that little blurb contain so little (yet so boring) information?
Notice that it's always the same shit?
Jane Fonda lives with her 3 cats and framed picture of Ted Turner. She resides in New York City.
That's it? I mean, c'mon, give us a little more than that. For shit's sake, I just got through a person's most dear and personal or profitable and sleazy work and all the publishers could tell me is who an author lives with and where?
Why not something a bit more awesome?
Jane Fonda once had the chicken pox and wiped her face all over the public napkins in her 3rd grade classroom. No one knew it then, but everyone who blew their nose would soon be infected with chicken pox if they hadn't gotten vaccinated already. She plays a mean Boggle, loves Seinfeld, takes frequent trips to her OB/GYN and has a Shell platinum gas card. Did you know she's a C-cup? She resides in New York City.
Two words for the next 4 days: Dog-sitting. Not cool.
By the way, no, I didn't read any Jane Fonda. I was reading Shopgirl, by Steve Martin.