Lame Fooker Collage

What follows are the celebrity look-alikes of various lame fuckers whom Crazy and Medusa have dated. Let us know if you need us to elaborate on any of them or our experiences with them. Indeed, we are more than happy to explain, as best we can.

HEY LADIES! (Get - Funky)

I suppose gents, too, if there are any out there, but that doesn't really go with the Beastie Boys reference of the title. At any rate, Crazy Medusa's is open for business. It's been a rough day for Crazy (parents, fake boyfriends, and work) and for Medusa (recycled boyfriends, work) and so it seems like a good idea to open up the Lounge. Topics:

1. Being an assistant professor: more trouble than it's worth?
2. Rock of Love: What are we supposed to do without it?
3. Bret Michaels: Is Manny Ramirez emulating his hairstyle? I believe he is. But WHY?

Ok, now I have to call Medusa and make her get her ass over here in spite of the hellish week she has ahead of her. I shall return, and hopefully with more topics for discussion....

- Crazy

Another morning dawns on Crazy Medusa's

Hello revelers! Medusa here. How is everyone doing this morning? I am just over here having a cup of coffee and cleaning up (broken glass, inadvertent name or place references, imaginary cigarette butts, etc.) the lounge.

Did everyone have fun? I certainly did. Don't know if I resolved anything about BOYS! in general or Narcissistic String Theory Guy in particular, but it was fun to talk with all of you about it. I can't believe how long (202!) and multi-directional the conversation became. Reading and commenting felt kind of like trying to keep up with several conversations at once at an actual party.

Our thread about academics and long distance relationships made me recall my long-time dream of creating an Urban Commune. The Urban Commune is a huge space funded by pooled resources in which everyone has separate apartments but which also has common areas like a big kitchen and dining area and a lounge and studios and most importantly a salon space (of the Parisian or Algonquin type, not the hair and nails type) on the first floor where all manner of professors and artists and bon vivants can gather. I think we should all do it and found a university to fund it. Urban Commune U! The first and only bohemian college! All partners can live and work there! We can all help raise each others' kids (or gardens or Alpaca or whatever)! I vote to put it in NYC or Mexico City. Other suggestions are welcome.

I can't believe I left the party to make collages of cute BOYS! not once but twice AND for the second time at a Crazy Medusa's shindig. This proves to me that my partying instincts still veer toward the slumber party model. (Yes, I think I was also the one to suggest a game of "truth or dare" at the last party.)

Anyway, thanks for coming everyone! Looking forward to next time.

Gael Garcia Bernal, Just Because

McSteamy Collage for the Crazy Google Hitters to Crazy Medusa's

Wow, People Really Love That McSteamy

Indeed, the vast majority of visitors to Crazy Medusa's seem to be seeking his image. I don't blame them, I must say, but I do find it interesting that this is where they come for their McSteamy :)

Howdy Ho, Patrons

Well, it's a rocking and rolling Saturday night at Crazy Medusas. Tonight's topic: BOYS. (Incidentally, if you are married/partnered in some fashion, we want to hear from you, too, as you can give much-needed advice based on your experience.)

Some short info on Medusa: She's recycling a suitor from 4 years ago, and has some misgivings about some recent conversations.

Some short info on Crazy: Crazy continues to entertain the nonsense of FB, who tonight was absolutely maddening on the phone, and Crazy wonders why she is not getting laid if she has to deal with maddening nonsense from fools.