I saw this on the front page of the esteemed Palo Alto Daily Post this morning:
Well, the goofy Bay Area I live in has become even goofier. Cultural saturation in this everyone-deserves-to-be-a-billionaire loony bin has found its way even to children’s books. In this guide to the alphabet, the letter “I”, for example, is used for the all-important words “investing” and “Internet” (and, in a nod to reptile-loving neckbeards, “Iguana”). Sigh.
My feelings about celebrity culture are identical to those of the late George Carlin, esteemed patron saint of the Slope of Hope: he couldn’t stand it. As I was thumbing through the Palo Alto Daily Post this morning, there was a headline – “Kardashian mom files for divorce.”
The “mom” is that cow-like woman Kris Jenner who, after her own failed marriage to a sleazy lawyer that managed to get OJ to walk after a double-murder rap, married a man who, in the 1970s, was a big hero (Bruce Jenner) who had a failed marriage of his own. Now these two misfits have a 2nd wrecked marriage to add to each of their scorecards.
What made me heave is when I read the names of the various and sundry spawn from their marriages: Kourtney, Kim, Khloé, Kendall, and Kylie. When George ranted about his dislike of “couples whose children’s names all start with the same initial”, I didn’t quite know what he meant…until now. The entire topic is a big load of Krap.
This is the most hilarious thing I’ve seen in a long time: it is the final scene from the original Star Wars (that is, Episode IV) in which Luke, Han, and Chewy walk into the throne room to the John Williams fanfare. The original scene is quite stirring but, as you’ll soon discover, only because of the music.
I’m speechless. Just speechless.
I present to you: Entrepreneur Barbie. This is not a joke. (“Entering the entrepreneurial world, this independent professional is ready for the next big pitch. Barbie Entrepreneur doll wears a sophisticated dress in signature pink that features modern color blocking and a sleek silhouette. Her “smartphone,” tablet and briefcase are always by her side”) (more…)
This has nothing to do with precious metals.
Over the course of any week, I read a lot of articles. Sometimes unrelated stories form connections in my head. Such a connection was made recently between two unrelated items: Elliott Rodger (the Isla Vista killer, who murdered six people and himself) and Wendi Deng, the soon-to-be-ex-wife (his third) of Rupert Murdoch. (more…)