I watched “The Wizzard of Ozz” yesterday evening for the first time ever. I felt it was time as I have been subject to many Lollipop Guild jokes in my life and in a sense that it is the right follow-up to Bad Santa (which also features a somewhat tough looking elf). I personally feel closer to the Lullaby league which is much more racy and distinguished. Under Kevin D.’s influence, I spent a great part of the movie looking for munchkins hanging themselves in the background. It wasn’t that difficult as I often have visions of midgets committing suicide anyway. I also was amazed on how gay the whole thing is, particularly the lion and the tinman (whom I quote “is blatantly pushing his gay agenda on the people of Oz”) those are really campy protagonists. I know understand the expression “friend of Dorothy”. I bet I would score a date in Oz. I was all in a yellow brick road kind of mood this morning and then….by 10 a.m. I was on the verge of yet another stapler-throwing binge to the Great Bitch of the West. Sometimes I feel I am becoming like Frif but younger.
In other news, I have reached an e-bay level where I am too scared to look at my Bank account moreover after LL confessed to having stolen all my checkbooks on the way out. Also I suggest you check out this Wikipedia article that Russ sent me to make the case that he is an asshole because he is British. Tonight, I’ll finally get to taste the best of DC at Dakota Cow Girl because one shouldn’t exclusively spend his evenings watching netflixes.
I'm not sure whether to take offence to that or not, one day I'm charming and the next I'm an asshole... can we stick with the former?
Posted by: Russ W. | Tuesday, August 29, 2006 at 06:43 PM
I think you would do well playing Glinda in Oz. Or perhaps Toto.
Posted by: LL | Tuesday, August 29, 2006 at 06:59 PM