Skunked again. No Nobel for him. Or for Sir Bob. What's an aging rock star to do, anyway? Rather than name the album "How to dismantle an atomic bomb" oughta name it "How to seduce the Nobel committee."
Funny thing, though- rumor has it that Bono is being called Mrs. Doubtfire because he is beginning to increasingly resemble Robin Williams. There. That's my petty, mean streak coming out too early in the morning, with too little coffee in the veins, and too much kitty-inflicted aggrivation.
We all probably will wind up resembling Robin Williams in the end, anyway. So I'm not going to get all superior here. I just have a feeble hope to avoid all of that damned hair...if you don't know what I'm talking about- two words- Fisher King.
"The caretakers of the various cemeteries involved report that no ghosts walk."
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7 comments:
I know what you're talking about in regards to the hair, and it terrifies me.
I actually saw Bono last night. We had just finished sifting/rototilling, had eaten dinner, and were flipping channels on the tv. He was shopping with Oprah. It was scary. He was a good sport, but didn't seem to really be enjoying himself. He was basically Oprah's bitch. *sigh*
We are all Oprah's bitches. Sad truism. Bono just wants to save the world, is that so wrong? Seriously, I think he carries a crapload of rich man's guilt around. And is doing something constructive with it, at least. But I bet he's a real handfull to live with.
Were they shopping for shoes? Food? Furniture? It matters.
dude, retract that statement.
i have not SEEN oprah since she pulled that cart full of fat in...what? 1989??
we are certainly not all orca's biotches.
Tell you what- I'll retract if you can assure me that no one in your day-to-day life has any contact with Oprah's empire. Because her reach is long, and subtle. But if your lovely wife has a hidden stash of O magazines, or secretly watches Oprah after the show, all bets are off.
uh...my lovely wife's reading habits do not extend to the magazine world.
we don't watch TV--only movies.
however,
i/we did see The Color Purple some years ago, so I guess Orca's reach has gotten to us.
still, i cannot tell you what she looks like now (fat, obese, skinny, emaciated, bush, no bush, jherri curl, etc.)
but also, re: Bono...no fucking chance this man gets a fucking NOBEL. 'cause Dood, if he does, he invalidates all the great ones who have come before him and have won.
due respect to Bono...he's a musician and let's leave it at that. personally, i haven't listened to U2 beyond "Joshua Tree." So...there ya go.
I see her scary mug in the grocery store- with the manic smile on the covers of her magazine. Haven't watched the tv show in years.
And I agree on the whole Bono thing. It would really cheapen the whole idea of the Nobel. Like giving Tom Clancy a fucking Pulitzer for literature. That would make me sad.
not to take anything away from his efforts and work and goodwill.
but he'd be in rarified company (Jimmy Carter, Doctors w/o Borders, Peres, Rabin, Mandela, 14th Dalai Lama, Wiesel, Tutu, Walesa, Mother Teresa, Begin, Sadat, MLK, UNICEF...you get the point).
for me? i like to think of Bono in terms of Gloria and New Year's Day, and Seconds, and Unforgettable Fire. knowmsayin?
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