So, it turns out that there is a whole world of online matchmaking that I was naively unaware of...

Yes, I'm talking about the wonderful world of prison dating.

I'm not making any kind of judgment call on either the inmates or the seemingly desperate men and women for whom this is a viable option. We all need love, right? And love knows no bounds! Love cannot be fettered by the guard in the watchtower, the 12-foot electric fence with razorwire, or the five consecutive life sentences! I think most women are looking for maximum security, aren't they? And hell, if these inmates look anything like those guys on Prison Break...

In other news... I just found out today that Larry Wachowski, of the famed Matrix Wachowski Brothers, a) left his wife a while ago for a famous dominatrix who once put 333 needles in a man's pee-pee and b) has spent the last year undergoing a sex change operation so he is now Lana Wachowski and a lesbian. They will no longer be known as The Wachowski Brothers and are now simply The Wachowskis. I don't care if he's Lana or Larry, I just hope they keep making rad movies like V for Vendetta.

In completely useless, I don't know why I'm wasting your time or mine news... I will only mention this once, and only because I was thoroughly irked to hear this... Paris Hilton, in an interview for Elle UK, said, "I wanna have like a family and a guy." I will continue with the age old question, "How come anyone is allowed to procreate?" This is definitely one of those rights we as humans abuse.

Now this blog will return to its pristine celebutard-free state (Rock of Love participants excepted).

Last night I spent 3 1/2 hours listening to two men grunt at each other and no, it's not what it sounds like. I watched as an athletic Spaniard bounced around like a boxer at the baseline, ran down every shot and nailed impossible angles. You might think I'm talking about Rafael Nadal but no, instead it was his opponent David Ferrar. It was an amazing match even if it was the end for Rafa.

The bottom half of the women's draw couldn't be less interesting so I can't wait for Justine vs what will more than likely be Venus in the semis.

And finally, here are three movies I watch every time they're on TV and yes, this is embarrassing:
1. She's the Man. Amanda Bynes is the man, that is. I can defend this one because, uh, David Cross is in it and he's indie and cool, right?!

2. Ever After. I have seen this movie so many times I know the dialogue. I'd rather be watching Never Been Kissed but you take what you can get. My husband likes to say, "Just breathe" whenever he notices that it's on and even when it isn't.

3. Dirty Dancing. Who can resist Baby in her corner? I swear to God this movie is on at least five times a day, every day. Louisville favorites Follow the Train have a lovely cover of "She's Like the Wind" on their MySpace page. Just click on "Swayze Deep" and relive the sad sad moment when Baby and Johnny are torn asunder.

Okay, I'm off to Ramsi's for some Paella. Yum!

Bon Apetit,
Ms. P

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