Thursday, August 30, 2007
In which I shamelessly drool on another blogger:
Have I ever told you how much I love Bad News Hughes? My friend Sean thinks I have a crush on ol' Bad News, but who wouldn't, when he says things like this:
Lately I spend all my time on the couch, out of my mind on pills, drooling and watching TV. I’m one swank jumpsuit and giant peanut butter and bacon sandwich away from becoming Elvis.
I always said this is what I’d do if I got super rich. No philanthropy or adventure for me — just the trouble-free emotional flatline that can only be delivered by the time-honored combination of daytime talk shows and prescription dope, periodically spiked with the frisson of cramming a handful of deep-fried cake icing in my mouth.
I mean... really. How can you not love that?
Anyway, go on over and read his blog, and if it makes you pee a little, welcome to the club and come join me in line at the drugstore for some more Depends. Oh, and go buy a copy of his book, Diary of Indignities, which will also make you pee, probably while you are sitting next to your dream girl on an airplane or a Greyhound bus or a prison transport or something. It'll be a story you can tell your grandkids.
babbled by Kat @ 3:10:00 PM |