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Okay.
Enough is enough now.
Anna
Nicole needs to buried with her kid. Leave her other kid the fuck
alone. Her husband/partner, daddy's baby has the last word. Get over it.
She hated her mom. Her dad was absent to say the least. And everyone else needs to stay the fuck out of it.
It
doesn't matter that mommy wants to assuage her guilt or that daddy
wants to take a stab at martyrdom. Or that both of them are gold
digging hillbilly dumbasses.
Let the woman die with some dignity already.
And shut up about it.
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Having
said that, one of the things that has perplexed me since beginning this
thing I call an art career are those artists who ship a piece of work
out of state to a show and then freak the fuck out if its late. Often,
its the artist who doesn't do insurance that freaks the most. But
sometimes, even the ones who gold leaf dog turds and then turn around
insure them for 3,590.00 dollars freak the fuck out too.
I've
been told I told I don't understand. I've been told my attitude about
my art is too cavalier; that I am not "serious" enough. If I was I
would understand how "traumatic" it is to lose a piece of art to
shipping.
WTF?
Shit happens, things get lost. That's what
shipping insurance is for. You might not get all of the established
price you chose, but you'll get some of it. If you cheap out and don't
insure your work, I guess it sucks to be you. You takes your chances,
as they say.
The way I figure it, I made it and while I may have
lost time and energy in the piece, I can make another one. No, it won't
be like the first one but who knows? It might be BETTER. Imagine that.
How
does this make me less "serious" than someone who wrings their hands,
loses sleep and nags the hell out of the gallery until they don't even
CARE if it EVER shows up? Is it cavalier? I don't think so. How will
freaking out help ACME Shippers find my lost art any quicker?
ESPECIALLY SMACK IN THE MIDDLE OF A FUCKING BLIZZARD?
OF COURSE,
I'd be unhappy if a piece of my work was lost in shipping but would I
be "traumatized"? I think I can save the "trauma" for more important
things: like if my boobs were to suddenly and inexplicably fall off my
person and hit my Birkenstocks in the middle of an artist's talk at a
big opening. That would qualify as "traumatizing". And still, I think
those around me would be far more traumatized by that event, than I
would. Maybe it's all relative.
Nite, kids.
Paris was "reassigned" yet again. She never was "released", you know. So it's back to the klink. Apparently she is very traumatized by her "ordeal".
According to TMZ.com Hilton left the courtroom in tears, screaming, "Mom, Mom, Mom." Hilton was also heard saying "It's not right."
Poor, dear. Jail is tougher on some than others. I have not a doubt that this is tough for her. 23 hours a day alone in cell with only yourself and your issues to keep you company can be somewhat difficult. Perhaps, dear Paris, you might consider paying attention to your probation requirements to avoid boring us in the future. God knows the media, won't spare us.
Her attorneys are burning the midnight oil writing an appeal to filed Monday. But until then she is in the hoosgau longing for the days when she was free to grab her crotch on the French Riviera.
YAWN.
At least Robert Downey Jr. was entertaining.
And many thanks, Attie, for your shout out! You crack me up too!
