At least pea-brained Paris has excellent taste in men.

Vex Away!

When last we met the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver, British Columbia was going full tilt. Now it’s history and two of the ice dancers with Ann Arbor ties, Meryl Davis & Charlie White, won a silver medal. Hayden must be beaming over the gold medals hauled in by the Canadian hockey teams (men’s and women’s). Of course, here in the U.S. we just traded the hoopla of the Olympics for March Madness. My bracket for 2010, “Kasubo’s Bracketrocious Picks,” is 7-for-8. Not a bad start. As you may recall, I have a title to defend.

I have a doozy of a musing coming soon, so hold on to your keyboards, mates. I was hoping to launch it this week but that will be impossible. It actually has more to do with Blanche than Hayden himself — which comes as a major disappointment to all of us, I’m sure. This particular juicy musing required a passel of research but it’s what I love to do and I’m damn good at it. Uncovered a lot. It’s just going to take time to organize it. It will be my birthday present to Hayden. Sort of. Anyway, Blanche should be “vewy, vewy scared.” I think I have more dirt on her than she knows about herself… heh, heh. Yeppers, the furr is going to fly. Don’t worry. I’m not breaking many any laws.

But now that we’re on the subject… two weeks ago I settled down to watch the premiere episode of NBC’s Who Do You Think You Are? (U.S. version) and got a double treat. Not only did I have the pleasure of watching family history brought to prime time but it was followed by a segment on 20/20 about that group of teens who ripped off Blanche’s abode, among others. Those repacious delinquents actually posed for pictures (including their mug shots) wearing the stuff they nicked, such as Blanche’s own monogrammed necklace and designer handbag. What douches! I was disappointed that no mention was made of the infamous doggie door break-in, which I still think was the mode of entry at Blanche’s place. Especially now that we know the thieves found Paris Hilton’s house key under the doormat! Yes, in case there was any doubt before that revelation, it has been confirmed to all the world that Ms. Hilton is a mental midget!

Had a giggle over another recent rag (tabloid) report. Apparently Hayden is using big words in his conversations with Blanche and it’s making her head hurt. Or something. I think he must enjoy torturing her with his brutally keen intellect. She reportedly has to sneak a peek at the dictionary after he leaves the room. Poor girl. Beaten down by pretentious phraseology, are we? Snicker, snicker. Obviously, Hayden and I enjoy engaging in the practice of drive-by lexiphanicism. Yeah, that page, which contains my pride-and-joy musing, has generated a lot of hits lately. Now I think I know why.

I’ll let you all in on a little secret. While that precocious propensity for verbosity is embedded in my DNA, I was also smitten by the flocked purple cover on a volume known as “The Gilded Tongue: Overly Eloquent Words for Everyday Things” by Rod Evans. So smitten that I bought extra copies when it went on clearance. Gave one to my brainy Stanford-graduate cousin last Christmas. If Hayden would like his own copy, in order to continue vexing his beloved, I am certainly amenable to accommodating him.

P.S. Go Northern Iowa! Beat UNLV!!

[18 March 2010]