Really expensive coats are the new wallets, if you must know.
For years, men were ecstatic over getting wallets as gifts since it was one step up from getting ties and two steps up from getting money clips and three steps up from getting a fingerpainted picture of crap that doesn’t resemble anything living on the entire Earth. Yes, men were feeling pretty damn good about those damn wallets. But recently, it seems that really expensive coats have sent leather wallets booking the other direction. Seemingly, I’m one of those ecstatic men, gripping lovingly onto my brand new awesome expensive coat.
Which I probably wouldn’t use to smother out the flames on your body…if you happened to be on fire.
Today marks WFME’s 3-Year Anniversary.
That’s right. On August 27th, 2003 — yours truly posted his first post ever and the rest was history. And while the site has morphed from its early days of personal stories and anecdotes about my own life into a daily repository for randomness and humor — what most people will find surprising is that the origins of Words For My Enjoyment stemmed out of a situation so surprising, it would cause you to stand up and exclaim something like, “Wow, that’s a situation I find awfully surprising.”
Yes, before long you’ll realize that WFME is just a joke.
I attended the wonderful Emmy Awards last night at the Shrine Auditorium.
It was a gala event filled with glorious celebrities with wonderful dresses and sparkling smiles… It was a room packed with the excitement of a thousand nights, celebrating all that is Television in the most classy way possible. Everywhere you looked there were stars mingling with the “regular folk” — going against the grain and proving to most that they are genuine, down-to-earth, and normal human beings just like the rest of us.
Oh, and Paula Abdul‘s assistant needs to start using deodorant.
Do you have a new car?
Does your car come equipped with one of those “OnStar” or “SOS” buttons inside it? The kind where, if god forbid your car was hanging off an embankment, you would press and scream into so the authorities would come as quickly as possible to save you? The kind that, without actually even having a telephone feature enabled in your car, still calls someone…somewhere, with the simple push of a button?
Mine does. And it’s quickly replaced the crank calls of yesteryear.