Newsflashes, lashes and clashes - listening to Elton John's "Song for guy"
R.I.P Anna Nicole Smith. Marilyn was her idol and she pursued a lifestyle identical to that of Miss Monroe's - even to her death. Maybe such an ending was for the best. What could another future possibly have held of opportunities and blessings for this woman? And if we don't get to know all the answers, if we don't get to learn the full and complete truth; what does it matter? I hope she's reached a state of peacefulness at last, wherever she might be now. And I hope there were no tears in Ms. Smith''s eyes the moment she entered her eternal sleep. God speed. It's sad how the entertainment business can turn out very little entertaining to the ones involved in it, sometimes. Contributors might gain a profit from what they do, what the commit to - but at the same time, they suffer a grave prize.
Which reminds me; is there anyobody out there who would mind taking more care of one certain Ms. Spears and just prevent her from doing silly things - for a couple of coming weeks? For God's sake, she's got children! Keep her away from drinks, drugs, lack of thongs, unstable short-time-boyfriends, Las Vegas poker parties, Burger King, Paris Hilton and fast cars which she can't drive. Provide her with a pair of decent-looking sunglasses, for a change, and get her into some kind of recreation facility. 'Cos, actually, I believe at the moment she's more of a danger to herself than she is to her friends or anyone else. Although she has been seen vomiting on them. It's been enough with one deceased celeb girl this month. And it scares me how progress is going the wrong way for BS as well, right now.
Local news; Dennis Storhøi, jeg elsker deg, du er en utrolig skuespiller og "Spellemann på taket" var helt absurd bra!! Gratulerer til Guri Schanche for å ha vunnet den norske MGP-finalen, men se å få på deg et ordentlig skjørt, og egentlig er jeg litt sur fordi Torhild Sivertsen ikke vant. Men jeg gleder meg til Eurovision-finalen. Det blir stilig!! ...som alltid. Problemet er når Trine Rein, Janniche Abrahamsen, Torhild og Guri stiller i én og samme, norske finale; litt mye på én gang, liksom. Men Grand Prix har fått seg et kvalitetsløft og det liker vi! Videre: jeg synes overhodet ikke synd på Se og Hør, spesielt ikke redaktøren - jeg synes det er bra at deres skitne arbiedsmetoder kommer for en dag, og jeg tviler på at noen andre skulle inneha et annet, motstridende syn. Savner et ordentlig, norsk sladreblad ála det fantastiske "InTouch" (USA & Canada). Et som kunne kombinere sladder, mote og underholdning - og benytte en grammatikk vesentlig over det ungdomsskolenivå der de befinner seg nå. Seher.no er en god side for å holde seg oppdatert på kjendisstoff, men gudbedre for et elendig skriftspråk de besitter!
And apart from all this; I hate winter; snow, fog, rain, bloody temperature. Don't know why I'm still residing here, in this godforsaken place of frozen, rocky ice age-remains and bad journalists. I try staying warm, calm and happy with Elton John and Le Doc. And I want to see Casino Royale again, but don't know if I should bother. Anyone knows when the DVD will be out? Better preorder on amazon, before everyone else realizes and gets the same idea. Hehe.
Last, but not least; on what I want? Well. I want a handsome, nice, smart and noble gentleman prince, a tropical island with a mediaval castle all to myself - well, technically speaking, all to the two of us - I want to enjoy sun and warmth and a relatively lonely, quiet and utterly comfortable life style. I want Queen as a private house band and an own, private cinema showing old classics 24-7; whenever and whatever I might please. I also want to travel to the moon and Gallifrey and have a Time Lord show me the magnificence of the millions of stars glowing unseen, out there in the extreme deep space. That's what I want. Whether I can ever achieve it is another and a far more difficult, complex and unpredictable question. It's beyond. There's a fly buzzing lazily above me, and the fire in my fireplace has completely gone out whilst I've been writing. Better get back to reality, catch up, and sort out some of my more possible, expectale bits of reailty - already present or soon coming up. I dread stepping out of the virtual world and view the actual one with these tired eyeballs. What an ordeal. But it sort of makes us human, doesn't it?
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