September 19, 2005

Storm Days And Slicing

This very busy season finds me home once again riding out a tropical storm. We have reached the letter "R" in storm names and have only 8 letters to go yet we still have until the end of November for the season to be over. What is going to happen if we run out of letters?

One cool side effect from all these storms is how many times I get to stay home form work and get "hurricane" pay. Heehee. I only had to work 3 and a half hours today as Rita took a little twist to the north earlier prompting the boss to decide to err on the side of safety and let us all go home early. I don't have to work tomorrow as the brunt of the storm will be passing by and I have Wednesday off anyway. That totally fucking rules! I get paid for a day and a half of sitting on my backside doing nothing but relaxing.

Anyway, even though she's a tropical storm, possibly becoming a hurricane before she completely passes, we get her armbands and though we may not be in the direct path, we still get some crazy weather that is still dangerous to be out in. Trees can and probably will still snap, branches will fall and it is possible that we will lose power.

If we lose power, I lose cable. If I lose cable, I lose internet access. So! I leave you with this lovely article I've been holding on to for awhile now to hold you over until I return.

I Wanna Be A Ken Doll!

Listen to some of the things he says:

"When you're in Hollywood, you have to keep yourself together and looking good to extend your career."

The problem is, he doesn't look good. Look at those pictures. He looks like a fucking plastic freak bag.

He also says:

"I'm content with myself now because I've done everything that bothered me...You have to work with the features you've got."

He actually said that. "You have to work with the features you've got", he says, after having his body ripped apart 30 some odd times. That's like an anorexic telling us to accept our bodies for whatever size they are. Vanity is a serious problem with far too many people.

And what I really want to know is where the hell do these people get the money to do this crap and why aren't they putting that money to better use? Volunteering or donating will boost that shit poor low self esteem. I just don't understand why so many people who have no damn brain seem to have so much money.

Oh well, I'd rather be poor, eat Cup O' Noodles and like myself, flaws and all than have a lot of money, hate myself and cut myself up in order to try to impress other people.

You see, if you're not impressed with me? I'm not the one with the problem.

Posted by S. Faolan Wolf at September 19, 2005 10:37 PM | TrackBack
Comments

My favorite part: "Keep your face nice, you know?" That hard plastic thing he has sitting on the front of his head is a nice face? WTF is wrong with people?

"You have to work with the features you've got." WTF? You mean, have them scraped off your body and replaced with something else?

Holy hell.

Hey, good luck in the storm. Stay safe.

Posted by: Viki at September 20, 2005 10:27 AM

Personally, I think you're cute. Noodles and all.

Posted by: Maine at September 20, 2005 04:20 PM

Gross! Not you--the guy. :D

Posted by: cousineddie at September 20, 2005 04:30 PM

He does this for his career? He's a makeup artist, fer crying out loud. Another example of more money than sense.

BTW, Faolan - you are off the scale cuter than this tragic figure.

Posted by: Jeffro at September 20, 2005 05:11 PM

That's what gets me - they always think they look good. But then being grounded in reality has never been a strong point with these people.

Posted by: Ruth at September 21, 2005 11:43 PM
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