November 6th, 2006


Media diet: Jessa Crispin comments on the new Courtney Love book.

This was exactly what I needed to perk me up on a gray morning, or at least have a good laugh thanks for Jessa Crispin's deadpan observations at bookslut:

Courtney Love, uh, made a book. "Wrote" is the wrong word. It's sort of like sneaking a look at someone's really f*cked up diary. It's called Dirty Blonde, and it made me pull out my copy of Pretty on the Inside again. Salon sort of reviews the book, sort of just tries to justify Love's existence. It seemed a bit unnecessary until I started reading the comments. People compare Courtney Love to Hitler in those comments. (I wonder if the same people commenting are the same people using Salon's dating service. That would explain some things.)
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One angry little geek.

Upon finishing her homework this afternoon, Laurel dashed into her bedroom and started clicking the power button to the monitor on her computer furiously, followed by an exasperated sigh.

(Until I can afford to replace the motherboard in my computer, I've been using my old computer, which had been in her room. I got tired of having to sit on her bed to use it, so I unplugged the tower and hooked it up temporarily at my computer desk.)

Now she is throwing a tantrum and crying on her bed while I keep my headphones on and let her fall asleep on her own.

Oh, the terrible deprived life of a six-year-old.