An Anti Review
I'm sure I ended up seeing just a short clip from the whole weird video of Paris and Rick or whatever his name is. First off, its not erotic at all, its grainy green tinted glimpses of a pointy little tit here or their glow in the dark freaky eyes or dude's bald or balding head. The sound is comprised primarily of dude's uhhhs until her phone rings and she goes to turn it off.

My take is that its a long winded cleverer than thou publicity stunt. It doesn't smell right if that makes any sense.

Don't ask me for it, I already got rid of it. Its not good, its not titillating, its really kind of stupid and lame so let's all just get on with the great new fall season on Fox. Maybe not.

Anyway, I'll be off over there on the Nanowrimo project for the weekend. I've got one hell of a lot of catching up to do so I've gotta get my writing jones on. Which means lots of whiskey and loud music (albeit through headphones to maintain a sleeping household).

Paris, from what I could tell, we all already knew. You're a very, very hot woman with a fantastic body. You're also sickeningly rich and mildly vapid and, oh yes, very messed on some sort of goof pills, maybe ecstasy or something.

What's next on the gossip mill?