As I was saying...

Holy tap dancing Christ, Jenny McCarthy. I knew that she was bad at debating, thinking and parenting, but this whole self-awareness thing is completely beyond her.

"How do you write Jenny McCarthy so well?"

"I think of a self-centered bitch, and I take away reason and accountability."

Hey, that was totally Julie Benz who got shot down! She's OLD.

Sigh.

Got to shrug Jenny's goof off. I will finish her book. She writes at about a 6th grade level, so it's a quick read.

As a McCarthy antivenin (I'm right about that word, beetches, but that's mostly a retort to Animala), I am reading Joe Nickell's Investigating the Paranormal before I go to sleep.

I enjoyed my new video camera when I had a video call with my niece and nephews. They are cute as hell (they are 5, 5 and 3, I think)--they just learned the word vajayjay. Didn't even learn it from Uncle Bing! I think it came from the female child asking mommy about her own anatomy, and mommy pussed out, as it were, and went for a baby word.

Of course, I'd have probably said, "That's a cooter, sweetheart." I would be such a fucking awful parent. I make a great reckless uncle though.

HJ