Another pretty face.

It's a sad statement on our society that we've come to look towards the entertainment industry to tell us how we should live, think and look. We are told that there is only one version of beauty and all others can only hope for a supporting character role in this world. At best. Actresses (and actors) are all poured into the same mold so that, as time passes and surgeries increase, we've basically got one actress inhabiting a thousand different bodies. Once all unique and beautiful, now all creepily the same. Like beautiful, walking barbie dolls. Beauty by Frankenstein. The same swollen lips and gravity-defying breasts. The same strangely shaped, emotionless faces. It's sad that so many people feel that if they don't somehow measure up to Hollywood's distorted and often grotesque version of beauty that they are somehow ugly. In the real world, true beauty comes in infinite varieties. Real is beautiful, manufactured is not. It's too bad we've lost sight of this. I suppose this is what we get when the court jesters become the god's of man. In a lot of ways this world is little more than a joke ... and not a very good one.

I wonder what in the world got me talking about that?! Particularly when I could be talking about me. I mean, where's the sense in that?

... Hummm ... I need more going on because I can't think of anything to say. That I'd want you to know. Has anyone ever told you that you're nosey? Just askin'.

I should be starting P2 (second issue of PULP) but I'm not. I'm working about the house, getting things done(ish). Basically, I'm relaxing and kinda', sorta', tryin' to enjoy(ish) life(ish).