All The News That's Fit To Blog. . .

You wouldn't guess it from the frothy tone of this here blog, but I do actually follow the news.  It's a perfunctory &peripheral sort of following, but nonetheless....I am not entirely oblivious to current events.

Thought I'd blather a bit about what news items  have caught my eye this month...

I suppose the most "hard-hitting"& legit of my picks would be Joe Biden on the campaign trail in Ohio.  It was the accompanying AP photo, and notsomuch the article that reeled me in here.

Scope it out--

Now I'm staunchly on the fence, politically speaking.  But I don't find myself appalled that Biden is kind of a wild card..that he's known to say something a little outta left field from time-to-time.  As long as he doesn't say anything MEAN or grammatically flawed or blatantly stupid, then I think it makes him endearingly human.  This faux pas though...not very endearing. HE LOOKS LIKE A CREEPER!! I mean, I suppose if Marge is cool with it, then he's technically not a creeper but...eww. Personal space, man.  Who the hell gets *that* nuzzley with someone they just met?
What really  makes this snapshot primo is the facial expressions of the two biker dudes.  The older guy...just...not impressed. And with young Son of Anarchy (at left)  I can just hear the repulsed "Oh, EWWww." that he is suppressing. Haa.

Incidentally, this was snapped moments before Biden dropped some coinage into the juke, fired up "Tequila", and did an EPIC dance atop the bar.

Does celebrity news count as news? Probably not, I suppose.  Nevertheless, the dreadful union of Ryan Reynolds & Blake Lively hath snagged my attention. I wouldn't say I've been a Blake Lively fan, I've been indifferent to her, if anything.  She had seemed a nice enough girl though.  But how unbelievably RUDE to marry this guy that I called dibs on back in...ohhhh...whenever it was his 1st marriage hit the skids.  Like, if she had consulted me, I may have begrudgingly assented but...not so much as a Facebook wall message from Blake. That just isn't done. Her grasp etiquette of etiquette is direly inadequate!!!
 Bitch.

Actually I do think Ry Ren has made bride upgrade this time around.  Scarlett Johanssen irks the hell outta me for some reason I cannot quite pinpoint. But how cheezy that they wed where 'The Notebook' was filmed?? I'm sure Boone Hall Plantation is uber-gorg. but there's no way (I don't think) that it's coincidental that's also the setting in The Notebook.  And if you MUST opt for a movie locale as a wedding venue, then show some damn igenuity, wouldja?  I mean-- ALL CHICKS LOOOOVVVE 'The Notebook'. Could you be any more trite, Blakey? 
'Kay ..I feel a brief tangent is warranted re: my implicit dis of 'The Notebook'.  Look, I like a romantic movie as much as ANY chica.  The movie is undeniably romantic. But cha know what else  it is??? Fucking depressing!!  I like my schmoop fix without the side of Alzheimers, please.  Something like Last Tango in Paris  is more my cup o' tea...or, uhh, dish o' butter I should say. Ha haa ha...*
Now, I quite like the look of the place where Reynolds had his first wedding: Clayoquot Wilderness Retreat in British Columbia.

So, in summation, bride upgrade, venue downgrade, I have every hope he'll get all  high marks in his third attempt.

Lastly, THIS is in the running to be my *fave* news item of all of 2012. I find it remarkable that he didn't just stuff a loris in his pants, he stashed the critter RIGHT. IN. HIS. GONCH*.  That's ratcheting up the intimacy factor considerably, eh? As soon as I read that, I emailed it out to some chums, my subject header being "Slender's OK, as long as you know how to use your loris"  I mean, I had to go with sophomoric phallus humor, but I felt like "Izzat a Loris In Yer Pants Or RU Just Happy to See Me?" was waaaaaay, way  too obvi.

*I am totally jesting about my go-to romantic movie.  It's NOT 'The Notebook'--or any other Nicholas Sparks dreck, but it sure as hell ain't 'Last Tango' either!!
* I just learned that bit o' slang today.  I get email sales from Fab.com and they peddle whimsical undergear by a company called Ginch Gonch and that name amused me immensely.  I thought--I bet they didn't just arbitrarily string together some goofy sounding syllables--I bet that means something. But what?? I hit up Urban Dictionary and the concensus there seems to be that both "Ginch" & "Gonch" ="underwear"  Funny, funny! And bonus: it sounds like it would mean something way nastier....