Fred is Dead and So Are the Oldies

I have no specific plan for this entry but musings. Starting with…

Fred Phelps of the Westboro Baptist Church is dying and who cares? This cro-magnum has ruined the funerals of countless veteran's families. Who wants to join me in protesting his funeral? I'll bring the"God Loves Fags and Hates Fred" signs.

L'Wren Scott, beautiful, and accomplished, commits suicide. Her life is reduced to "girlfriend of Mick Jagger." Not that I wouldn't mind that distinction but for Christ Sakes! She has a bit more going for her than a man known for shaking his money maker. And stop making song jokes. The woman obviously had more problems than a "19th Nervous Breakdown."

When did the oldies become eighties music? The kids in my spin class kept asking for an oldies class and I thought they meant Credence and The Turtles. No, they meant Huey Lewis, Duran Duran and Motley Crue. So my music is the "oldies?"

And while we are on the subject I just realized I am middle aged. Yep, I plan on living to be 96.

So I finally saw "The Notebook." Good God is that movie stupid. Except the part that I sobbed uncontrollably. I now have explicit instructions in my will to suffocate me with a pillow the first time I forget what I had for breakfast.

I'm on Team Woody. Yep, I am. Mia Farrow is a manipulating lunatic and I love "Radio Days." If Cate Blachett can speak out for Woody, so can I. Haters be hatin.

Apparently Angus T. Jones of Two and a Half Men fame hates the show and is a new found religious freak. Now he preaches the Gospel and ask people not to watch "filth." Hey Angus, Jesus called and said return all the cash you made playing a bratty fat kid.

Anyone else think the Malaysian plane was just boring old pilot error? I mean, if it's good enough for JFK Jr.?

That's all for now...