Travels with Grumpus

It’s that time of the month again, when inspiration runs dry and coherent thought flies out the window. Until the cloud in my brain disperses, my faithful readers, here are a few random bits of this and that to chew on.

Gwyneth is back! “And a great weight is lifted off our shoulders. Thanks, Gwynie!” says Mickey. How can you not love Ms. Paltrow? Having herself achieved perfection, (look for the “bad habits” quote), she spreads love and happiness with timely, welcome advice, loves her country, and knows how to soften a barb with a meaningful compliment:

I just hope the whole paparazzi thing continues in the way it’s been going, which is with less interest in people like me and more interest in people like Nicole Richie — who I think is an excellent dresser, by the way

And I’m sorry for the clumsy transition, but speaking of skinny, talented performing women, much congratulations to the beauteous Jeremie who has brought back many many gold medals from the 2006 World Championships of Performing Arts. Sigh. I can barely carry a tune, hold my tummy in or pull off a spangly ball gown with any conviction. And there’s Jer, zero body fat and the voice of an angel (a big black gospel-singer angel), pulling it all off with great aplomb.

Moving on to the topic of swank, here’s a luxury vacation experience that made my jaw drop. Yeah sure it’s a yacht. But it’s a yacht that comes with its own private island. And surfer slave girls.

Not quite up to spending nine thousand five hundred US dollars per couple per night? Well us poor folk can keep ourselves occupied with the answers to the 25 most important questions in the history universe. (Thanks to Mickey for the link. Slow day at the office.)
Ok that’s it for today. G’night kiddos. Peace out.