The other day, I went on Facebook--and what is the world coming to, that people are BLOGGING about what they say in FACEBOOK? It's like when talk-show hosts interview each other.
Anyway, I announced to the world of Facebook that I think Dr. Drew is hot. I thought I was alone in this, but it turns out I am not. I always think the things I think are my thoughts alone, except for the part where I thought everyone's mouth got hurty and numb when they ate grapefruit, and then it turns out no. It only happens to people who are allergic to grapefruit.
At any rate, people were validating my feelings on Dr. Drew and it was marvelous, until my annoying cousin Katie got on and wrote, "Who's Dr. Drew?"
Don't you hate people who don't watch TV? That old boyfriend who wrote I Dated June here a few weeks ago, and I am too lazy to link to it because I have things to do, also does not watch TV. Once I told him I was getting a pedicure at the same place Courtney Love gets her pedicures and he said, "I have no idea what any of that sentence meant."
Oh shut up and stop being so intellectual.
Anyway, I don't watch a lot of TV, but I watch enough to know who fricking Dr. Drew is. Which is what I told my mother when I was relaying this pertinent story, and she said, "I don't know who he is, either."
Is my entire family Amish? Geez. So I tell her how he's probably late 40s, gray hair, bookish, yet with these broad shoulders, and he seems very sensitive, like he'd sit around and listen to your crap all day.
My mother says, "That doesn't sound like most rappers."
.....!
She thought Dr. Drew was a rapper. And then even better, she said, "Oh, no, that's that Dr. Dreeee, isn't it?" She pronounced it "Dreee" with a long 'e.' I'd like to remind you that last year she said "Caney" West, as well.
I told her I had to blog about this and she said she wasn't going to talk to me any more if all I did was make fun of her on my blog. But sometimes you just have to ruin family relationships for things like this. If my people would just watch TV like everyone else on the planet none of this would happen.
And in summation. You may not have noticed that yesterday evening I linked to a blog so you could watch dogs greeting their soldier owners, and if you didn't notice it, scroll down to the next post. Cause busy. Have things to do. But on that same site I found a fascinating link to another site.
This man took a photo of himself every day starting in 1979 up until the day he died in 1997. He dies of a brain tumor, I think. But the whole thing is interesting, really. Just to look at his friends and his New York apartment and his life. So cool!
Here's his website with all his photos. And here is more info on him. (And if my cousin Katie reads this, those blue words are where you click to see the sites, hon. Y'all think I'm being patronizing, but I had to tell her this one other time. The whole media thing is not her bag, apparently. But she used to snowshoe to work.)




