Where's the beef?*

I think I've mentioned before that I sometimes wake myself and/or my wife by laughing in my sleep. I don't think it happened this morning, but I still awoke in the early AM hours with a smile on my face.

I had been dreaming about blogging about Sharon Stone tripping on the staircase of her private jet while walking toward a runway press-conference. I coined the word 'tarmactic' to describe her 'fantastic tarmac' tumble. Yeah, for some reason I thought it was pretty damn clever when I was asleep. I'll be filing this under 'A' for Absolutely no bearing on anything - and Apropos.

Despite the fact that this comedic well was obviously dry, I just ran a google-image search for "Gerald Ford Trip". I was presented, predictably, by pictures of a guy named Gerald taking trips in a Ford. So I tried "Chevy Chase Pratfall" and received a much less obvious, though somewhat related, result.

Damn Google.



Did I mean traumatic? Yeah, maybe I did.

All of this, of course, was a preamble to a post that I no longer have the time or interest to begin, much less finish. Basically, it was "What's up with R. Kelly?, v.1.5 - A midget?"


* This post is certified 100% filler, and is not to be considered safe for human consumption.