Dream Lounge
First day of September. I guess that means it’s officially Autumn. It’s hard to think of anything that makes me happy about this. I did however think of two things; firstly it’s nearly time for the start of the Walking Dead, series 5, and secondly I can see Brussels sprouts growing. I hope that’s enough to keep me going until Spring.
I’ve been asked to go to Canada to visit friends in December. I want to go, but I have hardly any holiday left. I’m thinking about how to do it.
The big news today is all about leaked nude pictures of major celebrities. Reading between the lines, I don’t think this was a hack so much as some Apple employee trawling through iCloud data of the rich and famous and releasing the juicy bits to the public. Heads are going to roll. The two things that surprise me are 1, that someone thinks they are going to get away with leaking people’s personal data, and 2, that anyone cares very much. The celebrities I imagine are going to get some free publicity out of it. In fact several celebrities, like Paris Hilton, Kim Kardashian and others, seem to have based their entire careers on “accidentally” releasing dirty pictures.
I reckon all celebrities should do a playboy shoot or something just as they start to get famous. That way, any personal nudie pics are going to be basically worthless. Miley and Rhianna got it right. Who the hell is going to risk arrest by poking a camera up Miley’s dress when she’s bound to show up half naked at some event every couple of weeks anyway?
This is all down to religion again. That bloody talking snake in Genesis started all this. If he’d just kept his nose out we’d all be running around naked without a care in the world now, and Kim Kardashian would be punching buttons on a cash register in her local supermarket. It would be great if someone leaked nude selfies of the pope. That idea just popped into my head. I mean, I don’t especially want to see the pope naked or anything, but an upskirt of the pope would change attitudes to nudity overnight. I bet his holiness goes commando; he wears red shoes after all. I’d so go commando if I was the pope.
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