Fiorella doesn't care if Bruce Jenner gets himself emasculated. She doesn't care if Rachel Dolezal has been passing for black. She doesn't care if The Donald announces runs for president--although she does find that one hilarious.
What she's following are the spectacles: Mama BooBoo making an ass out of herself, and Michele and Jim Bob trying to crawl out of the giant hole they dug themselves into.
Oh, she also follows science news--if it's brief.
Showing posts with label Bruce Jenner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bruce Jenner. Show all posts
Friday, June 19, 2015
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Trend Bucker
Fio's bucking a trend (what's new?), but she doesn't think Bruce Jenner wants to be "himself." She thinks he wants to be a Kardashian and doesn't have the--uh--nerve to spell Caitlyn with a K.
Bucking another trend, Fio thinks Josh Duggar is less guilty than his parents, who have been hypnotized by their own piety--and how they look on camera.
Fio's third buck pertains to the soccer scandals. No big deal--as soon as sports move off of the sandlot, they get dirty.
Bucking another trend, Fio thinks Josh Duggar is less guilty than his parents, who have been hypnotized by their own piety--and how they look on camera.
Fio's third buck pertains to the soccer scandals. No big deal--as soon as sports move off of the sandlot, they get dirty.
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Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Kardashians
Of course, Bruce Jenner wants to be a woman. He's been suffocated by estrogen, self-indulgence, and mental vacuity for decades. Fiorella remembers seeing a clip of him in the car with Kris--she was driving, needless to say--and Bruce was whining about something. Fiorella, unfamiliar with the show, thought he was a mentally-challenged offspring.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Comics Revue
Now is the time for all good comics readers to come to the aid of their strips, no double entendre intended.
First of all comes the woodshed, where Fio wants to haul Dagwood off to. Or maybe to the mausoleum. This strip is so old that it's into its second writer/artist and has folded back on itself and frozen in time so Cookie and Alexander are teenagers again and Daisy--does she even appear anymore?-- has no pups. Its situations and punch lines are tired and banal, usually centering around Dagwood's love for food and his laziness at work, not exactly the sort of things modern readers relate to. The final straw for Fio came a couple of days ago when the reader was supposed to laugh uproariously at the artist's ugly and insulting depiction of D&B in their seventies. Baby boomers of the world unite and KILL this comic strip!
Another woodshed item is the venerable Prince Valiant, which Fiorella has been reading since she could read, and whose artwork she soaked up like a sponge. Alas, its time has passed. Please toss the sword back to the lady in the lake again. She knows there has been a bevy of artists through the years, but the current one is the worst. He's attempted to ape the beloved old-time style, but can't seem to master the basics--the characters look like they've been drawn from poses forced on a reticulated art doll, and Valiant is beginning to resemble Bruce Jenner.
Next comes the award of excellence--to Luann, Doonesbury, and Pooch Cafe, with also-ran acknowledgements of Pearls before Swine, Edge City, Jump Start, Pickle,. and Baby Blues. (Notice how Fio prefers strips with continuing stories?)
No award program would be complete without acknowledgment of Cul-de-sac, one of Fio's favorites, which died recently before its time.
And, of course, the second Fio closes this blog off, she'll think of all the other comics she should have acknowledged one way or another. There's always tomorrow.
First of all comes the woodshed, where Fio wants to haul Dagwood off to. Or maybe to the mausoleum. This strip is so old that it's into its second writer/artist and has folded back on itself and frozen in time so Cookie and Alexander are teenagers again and Daisy--does she even appear anymore?-- has no pups. Its situations and punch lines are tired and banal, usually centering around Dagwood's love for food and his laziness at work, not exactly the sort of things modern readers relate to. The final straw for Fio came a couple of days ago when the reader was supposed to laugh uproariously at the artist's ugly and insulting depiction of D&B in their seventies. Baby boomers of the world unite and KILL this comic strip!
Another woodshed item is the venerable Prince Valiant, which Fiorella has been reading since she could read, and whose artwork she soaked up like a sponge. Alas, its time has passed. Please toss the sword back to the lady in the lake again. She knows there has been a bevy of artists through the years, but the current one is the worst. He's attempted to ape the beloved old-time style, but can't seem to master the basics--the characters look like they've been drawn from poses forced on a reticulated art doll, and Valiant is beginning to resemble Bruce Jenner.
Next comes the award of excellence--to Luann, Doonesbury, and Pooch Cafe, with also-ran acknowledgements of Pearls before Swine, Edge City, Jump Start, Pickle,. and Baby Blues. (Notice how Fio prefers strips with continuing stories?)
No award program would be complete without acknowledgment of Cul-de-sac, one of Fio's favorites, which died recently before its time.
And, of course, the second Fio closes this blog off, she'll think of all the other comics she should have acknowledged one way or another. There's always tomorrow.
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