Apparently Katie's Dad, Martin, had no problem with her dating and getting engaged to Tom in his post-clinical insanity. Nor was he concerned for his daughter's career when she disappeared for several months post-engagement. How about the fact that his daughter, who was raised a strict catholic under his roof, is going to convert to scientology? I mean Tom says that she "digs" the new religion. It doesn't seem that his grand-daughter Suri will be baptized, but will rather be brought up as the progeny of Xenu. Not much of a rumble there.
But if his daughter loses her post-pregnancy too quickly? That's where Martin draws the line! Now I agree with martin, that Katie losing too much weight too quickly might not be healthy...especially with the help of an outfit called "Buff Brides," but doesn't this seem like a weird time suddenly and publicly to state his concern?
Oh Katie, you had such a career ahead of you. I know it seemed over after Dawson's Creek, but you were so pretty and so talented...and so pretty! I really hope this deal works out for you darling.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
It could have been good; it had potential. There was no sign, and it was inexpensive. If it had good quality, it could have been our little secret to tell others about over drinks, during awkward silences because they were your my friends and not yours, or your friends and not mine. Muffled clearing of throat. It's so easy to get to. I pass by it sometimes. I think it's still there.
Posted by the default attorney at 10:32 AM
Monday, May 01, 2006
Ok, let me preface this by saying that I totally still love and respect my ex-girlfriend. She is a wonderful human being. We had some great times together and I have no regrets. She was always very caring. She was kind of a hippie (I am also part hippie) and used words like "holistic." To quote her own friendster, she "loves loving" and also loves shopping at Whole Foods. When we parted ways she was making her way through some suspicously granola-like masters psych program in the east bay. Last I heard, she was running some sort of group for pre-teen girls.
So, I happened upon her friendster site the other day (yes, I was retro-stalking, so what?) and under her affiliations I found a website called http://www.pleasurecourse.com. Intrigued, I decided to look at it. Go ahead, do it. I'm sure she'll appreciate the increased traffic.
Oh my, what do we have here? Looks like some sort of set of workshops or...wait a minute...this is like a birkenstock brothel! I bet they serve tempeh in the lounge...what is this all about? Hmmmm, I'll click on "about us."
Oh my fricking god, look at this picture!
Hey, ex-girlfriend watch out! the understudy for MacBeth is coming up behind you! He's going to take your oolong tea and vegan cookies!
Seriously though, what do they teach here...hmmm, let's see.
The Pleasure Course – the core course of Beyond Education.
Advanced Pleasure Course – the second half of the core course of Beyond Education.
Wait what was the first half? Does that make this beyond Beyond Education? That's so po-mo. I don't know if I can handle the whole thing, it seems long and hard.
Guiding – producing a pleasurable lifestyle for others.
"No no...up a little...the man in the boat...there ya go!"
Coaching – total transformation in all areas of life (pleasurably).
Fuck this whole "all areas of life" thing, I'm sticking with my guiding class.
Training – training in “DOing” and being “Done”.
Wow, ok.... how does one train others to do this? Do you watch and critique? I think I would get stage fright with Francis Ford Creepola there watching me. And if it were my ex-girlfriend it would be a fantasy beyond its expiration date and more like a dream I would have if I ate a peanut butter fetta mochi ball sandwhich before bed.
Big pharma ain't got nothin' on this
Team Member – pioneering sensuality research and development.
In all seriousness though I wish her the best. This just caught me off guard and was too unexpected (see fucking awesome!) for me to pass up commenting on in order to show how narrow minded I am.
Posted by the default attorney at 11:56 PM
So I took my camera downtown with me today so that I could get some good images of the "day without an immigrant" protest/rally/ranchero musical fest, but unfortunately my work schedule didn't coincide. I found this one on SFGate, but I think it's from LA.
I actually would have liked to attend, but being a cracker (a.k.a. an immigrant several generations removed) I didn't feel that I could really ask to go, you know? I think it would be similar to asking for time off of work for Kwanza.
Anyway, while I don't support unfettered illegal immigration, I support the movement if for no other reason than to raise awareness at just how dependent the US economy is on illegal immigration.
After wandering around market street looking for some salsa or tejano magic and to show some gringo love for the movement, I only had time to drop into the closest take-out food place to grab lunch to eat at my desk: la salsa. Yes, I see the irony smart ass.
Nadie es illegal!
Posted by the default attorney at 6:33 PM