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*koff blush*
I'm totally not sure what to make of it, but for some reason it's endlessly entertaining. It's all full of intrigue and mystery and conspiracy and I totally blame ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anitac588 for pointing out the way to this dark, twisty and ultimately hysterical path. The theories! The tragedy! Oh reeaaaally? Oh yeesssss....
People in the know, friends of friends who know, proof, no proof, photographic proof...my stars!!
Perception is everything. One photograph can be seen so many different ways. Also, it seems as though people don't understand just what a camera does. That unhappy squint becomes a belly laugh when you look at a series of prints taken one after the other. Sorry folks, one picture *does* lie.
Anyhoo, it was gangs of fun, and reminded me a bit of the times my dad and I would dish on the neighbors and that one soap he somehow bizarrely got hooked on for a year. My dad *loved* gossip. It was weird. But funny. I was sad that I had no one to share the treasure trove of biz-hunh? I'd discovered. Oh well. I couldn't have shared this stuff with him anyway. Whereas, my mom might actually have listened to this stuff. She was bored by gossip but would have enjoyed the Twilight-Zoney what-the-fuckness of it all.
Of course, I have my own feelings about all this stuff which I keep close to the vest. Oh heck yeah, I have my theories. ;)
anitac588 for pointing out the way to this dark, twisty and ultimately hysterical path. The theories! The tragedy! Oh reeaaaally? Oh yeesssss....People in the know, friends of friends who know, proof, no proof, photographic proof...my stars!!
Perception is everything. One photograph can be seen so many different ways. Also, it seems as though people don't understand just what a camera does. That unhappy squint becomes a belly laugh when you look at a series of prints taken one after the other. Sorry folks, one picture *does* lie.
Anyhoo, it was gangs of fun, and reminded me a bit of the times my dad and I would dish on the neighbors and that one soap he somehow bizarrely got hooked on for a year. My dad *loved* gossip. It was weird. But funny. I was sad that I had no one to share the treasure trove of biz-hunh? I'd discovered. Oh well. I couldn't have shared this stuff with him anyway. Whereas, my mom might actually have listened to this stuff. She was bored by gossip but would have enjoyed the Twilight-Zoney what-the-fuckness of it all.
Of course, I have my own feelings about all this stuff which I keep close to the vest. Oh heck yeah, I have my theories. ;)
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J1 looked unhappy in a picture with his wife and that means that J1 is longing for J2
YES! What the hell!! I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming laughing. Like they really had no idea of a camera's function. It's just too intense for me. Besides, when the show's over, everyone of them is going to drop them boys like yesterday's fish dinner. And we're all gonna hope to see them on the screen again. I love the show, I love the characters but TV is a dog eat dog business. Today's flavor and all that. And we can bet that if they're not married to those woman, they'll be married to some other woman. Hell, they won't even remember each other, let along fuck each other. (besides that one drunken time, i'm pretty sure that' how jarred broke his wrist)
I love when men love watching "the stories" and gossip.
It was cute as hell and I was the only one who'd listen. I was kind of disappointed when he stopped watching. I missed those updates. :)
Now really, Dawny, I don't know how you even heard of these J2 fools because I *know* you're not into this gossip hoohah. Me either. Why, if I hadn't accidentally mistyped 'spn anon gossip' when I meant to type 'spinach and gorganzola salad' I'd have never seen this bizarre what-the-hellery. Even though I *know* Elta didn't carry no baby--it was obvious! Why, if you look at the *supposed* conception dates and compare them to the rea--