EWWWWW!!!!!!!

My obsession of the day is Josef Fritzi, the 73-year-old sociopathic pedophile who drugged, imprisoned, and sexually abused his own daughter for 24 years.  He began to molest her when she was 11 years old, and between 18-42 years, he impregnated her with seven of his children.  One child died of neglect, and was burned.  The average person struggles to understand the mindset of a man who will trap his own children for 24 years.  Apparently, one is seriously ill, and probably has some autosomal recessive illness that is a metabolic problem.  It is beyond human comprehension how anyone can inflict this punishment on his own children for so long, unbeknownst to anyone.  The details unfold, and the wretching from choking on my own vomit continues.  On another note, I woke up after dreaming that I was picking my clothes to wear and couldn't decide.  My radio alarmed and it was that annoying Mariah Carey song, "Touch my Body".  She was singing it in my closet, wear her pink dress from the Good Morning America performance.  I was begging her to stop singing, pleading that I hated the song.  It didn't stop until my official alarm sounded, finally!

Harold and Kumar--the voices of an East and South Asian Generation

Okay, I just spent the last 45 minutes sending this voice message to some of my friends and family from "Dubya" on the Harold and Kumar 2 movie website.  It is a great way to amuse oneself.  I loved the first movie, so I'm worried that the second will just be ludicrous (not Ludakris).  But, it looks quite hilarious, with Rob Corddry from "The Daily Show".  Also, I have an obligation to support my Brown Brother, Kumar.  The first movie is a great way to get some cheap entertainment from my DVD player.  So, in other entertainment, I just downloaded the free NIN single, "Discipline".  It is brilliant.  I actually need to get "Ghosts I-IV".  So, thank you, Trent Reznor.  Also, thank you, Trent, for showing us your lovely Palmolive hands signing 2500 copies of Ghosts.  It is like, I'm signing the album, with Trent's hands!  A great day for my world!!!!

The Pope, The Presidential Election, and Music Festivals

The Pope conducted this huge mass in Yankee Stadium after spending a day offering his ear and hopefully more, to victims of sexual abuse by priests.  He blessed 3,000 people in New York City, including many of my neighbors from Texas.  As the talented, legitimate reporters from CNN have been stalking the Pope and reporting the events of every minute of his life, such as what he ate and where he used the restroom.  The Pope Coverage has caused our Presidential Primary to take a back seat for the news junkets.  Senator Obama and Senator Clinton are duking it out in P.A. on Tuesday, a pivotal race in this election.  Senator Obama shared excellent points during the Compassion Forum.  He was subjected to the interrogation of many an evangelical pastor from the South, who migrated to Yankee country for the form.  It's ironic how compassion is always equated with religion.  

Top Chef Revelations

So, I caught up on Top Chef Chicago, thanks to the Marathon today on Bravo.  So, Zoi got kicked off, much to the chagrin of her girlfriend, Jennifer.  It's better for their relationship that it happened sooner than later.  I have to say, my favorite is Andrew, as he is the craziest person on the whole program.  He is completely socially inept and psychotic.  I am convinced that he is manic, with a splash of anxiety.  This week was a tailgate party for a Bears game.  Mark, everyone's favorite New Zealander, displayed complete disregard for sanitary settings.  He essentially violated many health departemetChef Tom Colicchio mentioned that he didn't want to go to Mark's station, as he tasted food, placed the same spoon back into the container, and served patrons with the same spoon.  If people get sick after that party, we all know where it came from.  

Bret Finds his Rock of Love

The finale of the second season of Vh1's Rock of Love 2 was fantastic television.  Daisy is probably my favorite of the chicks, because she is as dumb and inarticulate as anyone can be.  It's weird how these men on these dating shows always choose between two completely polar opposite women.  But, Daisy was immensely entertaining.  She broke into this tirade of Ambre not being sexy, being jealous of her for being so sexy and beautiful, and wishing that she (Ambre) could be more like Daisy.  Daisy looks like she has a very happy plastic surgeon.  I did not realize that she was a "Dancer".  Since strippers make way more money than me, I'm sure that her tips cover her surgical procedures.  Her face just does not look natural and the enormous, collagen-ized lips actually affect her pronunciation of her words.  Finally, Bret actually surprised everyone and didn't go for the bimbo, but, chose a real, multidimensional woman.  It gives me hope. . . 

Velvet Revolving Lead Singers

I have not commented on this development, as I have actually been pretty obsessed with the Scott Weiland vs. Slash vs. Matt Sorum vs. the other guys in Velvet Revolver soap opera.  Blogs are a very deadly weapon.  They have all been firing blogs at each other, like an '80s Atari game.  It baffles me how bitchy these rock stars can be.  Rock star feuds are so entertaining.  First, we have this announcement that Scott Weiland is officially out.  He is saying, "I don't care, I'm back with my Stone Temple Pilots friends, anyway".  So, Slash says, "Yeah, we were just trying to make him miserable so he would just leave."  Now, there is a website under construction, to find the next Velvet Revolver lead singer.  I think they should just change back to GnR and bring in Axl.  They could have Rock Star GnR or Velvet Revolver.  That would be a fun show--everyone would be so wasted on the show. . .maybe Chinese Democracy will finally be released to the public.

It's all in the Accent

Rarely, I experience some encounter enhancing my cultural awareness at Super Target.  Living in Texas, this whole concept of super-sizing everything from your Happy Meal to your neighborhood discount store is quite prevalent.  Today, I had the distinct pleasure of overhearing a stout Caucasian gentlemen who must have been in his late 50's-early 60's ask the cashier what her country of origin happened to be.  He said, "Are you Nigerian, or something?"  She replied that she was, and he stated his revelation that, "I knew you had to be from Nigeria or some country in Africa.  I could tell by your accent".  

I realize that people are attempting to relate and think that they are so cultured when they pick up a foreign accent and can decipher the originating ethnicity.  I remember an episode of blind date, when the guy asked the woman, "You must be from a foreign country".  When she shared that she was from Russia, he said, "I knew you were from another country, I could tell by your accent."  Now, I am Indian, and I talk like anyone on the street.  So, I allow new people to ask me at least five questions before I let them in on my little secret about "where I'm from".  My answer is usually, "The Midwest".