The only thing worth while that I'll get done is finishing up Bebop.


Other than that today can just pass away into the great beyond.

Here's a fun fact if you've happened across this page in the first place.

On this day in 1996: "In Rome, an 18-year-old black woman is named Miss Italy after two judges at the pageant are dismissed for saying her skin colour doesn't reflect true Italian beauty."

Denny Mendez.

I was to young to care at the time when this was going on. But I find it funny how a pageant that is based on nothing concrete can exist at all in the first place.

1. The Italians voted for her to be in it as their rep.
2. They got pissed about it.


If beauty isn't genetic, and it's subjective to the eye of the beholder. Why have a nationally based competition in the first place?

But I guess that's how things are. If it's possible for them to exist then they typically end up that way. Like this blog. No real point or driven narrative. Simply put, it's possible, so it eventually happened. People or in this case myself keep the ball rolling once it arrives.

Then we end up with beauty pageants that interrupt our regularly scheduled broadcast, and our one day off is ruined.

Hopefully your reading this didn't distract you from your sports or soaps.