"People are Idiots" is moving again. Sorta. I decided to make the blog my homepage since I really wasn't adding mini blogs the way I'd hoped. But rather than force everybody to update their links and bookmarks, I've decided to keep the old one put as somewhat of a mirror. If you decide to continue reading the blog in the old location, the only differences will be that the Blogger comments will be closed and the comment link will take you to the homepage's posts where the comments will be displayed. Also, I may not add all the mini blogs to the old location. You can find those in the keyword category link, "Mini Blogs." The new location has some options I ...

Ok, I accidentally linked the MySpace page to my own site out of habit. My MySpace address is www.myspace.com/comedianjenee . Since this topic is lingering, I'll mention another email Bea just received: Subject: Hi Beatrice Message: Hi how are you iam S***** v*** I think you rock on the show because you are a Taurus like me Iam from Colorado and 16 you aree my favorite character. goodbye S**** V*** I checked out her page, thinking this had to be a prankster. Within three seconds I was sure I was right because it was the classic mockery of a teenage girl's site: sparkly things bouncing all over the background, Mariah Carey theme song, enormous pictures of parents, ...

So I had a little fun with the MySpace page. Sadly I've come to realize my niche in comedy is in fake profiles. Not a whole lot of money to be made there. While I did it strictly for amusement, I encountered a few situations that are appropriate fodder for this blog. As I discovered the first time I tried MySpace (Just "1 Friends" On MySpace), pretty much anybody will accept a stranger as a friend so the tally means nothing. Actually, when you're Bea Arthur, you only have to add a few friends and then the invites start pouring in. There were a few interesting email exchanges I thought I'd share. Invitee: Who are you and how do you know me? I don't add people i don't know (Clearly, this is a discriminating MySpace user). Bea: I'm Bea Arthur from tv's "Golden Girls." Invitee: Right. I'm sure Bea Arthur has a myspace account and adds random black men to her friends list. Seriously, how do you know me? And If you don't know me, why do you want to be my friend? I only accept the top applicants. He only accepts the "top applicants?" The guy's page features two full screen pictures of a girl's butt in a g-string. Bea Arthur's ass may not look as great, but she's certainly worthy of a lousy MySpace add. Fortunately for Bea, he must have temporarily relaxed his "applicant" standards and didn't even wait for a reply before adding Bea as a friend.

As promised, I've thrown myself into the MySpace mix with guns blazing. I was really surprised how many of my close friends had MySpace pages and how many groups there are that cater to my very specific interests. I hope you'll check out my page and let me know what you think. I guess I should mention that the MySpace picture is a little more current than the photo on this site so it may come as a surprise to some of the regular readers: Jenée's MySpace page

I had zero interest in the Olympic games until I heard about the gold medal peformance for stupidity. This newest entry to the "Agony of Defeat" reel occurred during the women's snowboard cross finals. It plays out like a laughably unrealistic scene from a bad movie: The race begins with four women vying for the three medals. At least they tell us those are women tearing down the mountain at warp speed but it's hard to tell with the baggy clothes and helmets. Actually, even without the helmets it's kind of hard to tell if some of them are really women. About 10 seconds into the race, one contender literally flies off the screen into no man's land and she's ...

All good things must come to an end and so it is with my reign as queen of the blogjackers. Apparently the folks at Blogger finally got their acts together and fixed the recently updated list. Damn competence burns me again! And I think I was finally getting close to that coveted death threat after my last post. So once again, this blog will just be me talking to myself. Actually, I have to say that while my three links on Blogger's Dashboard did bring in a lot of traffic, it was nowhere near the kind of numbers you'd expect from such high profile listings. I never really cared much about the amount of traffic I had prior to the ...

I have to confess, I did something really stupid. I figured I'd give online dating a shot and decided to sign up at Match.com. I paid my non-refundable membership fees and waited for the emails to pour in. Apparently I didn't read the fine print and it turns out I signed up at misMatch.com. I don't want my money to go to waste so I've decided to make the best of it. Below are the profiles they sent me. Let me know if you think any would suit me. Bachelor #1 Bachelor #2 Bachelor #3 [tags]online+dating, internet+dating, personals, match, gag+profiles, bachelor, single, dating[/tags]

Authorities in Florida are trying to determine whether or not actor Joe Pesci should be charged with misdemeanor battery for punching a fan. According to the 24-year-old "victim's" own testimony: After encountering Pesci, 62, he shook the actor's hand and told him he was a big fan. He then purchased a camera, walked toward Pesci and asked for a picture, but the actor refused, he said. He kept asking to take a picture, and when Pesci turned, he took the photograph. Pesci then punched him with his right fist, the report said. Good for Pesci!

There seems to be some confusion as to the nature of this blog. It's called "People are Idiots" because I primarily discuss the idiotic behaviors I encounter on a regular basis. But judging by a few of the comments to my posts, some people seem to think this blog is "People for Idiots," like it's some sort of group that supports idiots. While I would be happy to accept any donations on behalf of Jessica Simpson, Anna Nicole Smith and George Bush, they won't receive the money and sending such a donation will only add you to their ranks.

My mom wants to create a "Where's Waldo" book for my nephew by scanning an actual Waldo page then digitally superimposing my nephew as Waldo. But she's concerned she could get in trouble for copyright infringement. While I respect the high moralities of my parents, they're both retired now and I say it's time to live on the edge a little bit and finally throw caution to the wind: light up a doobie, give a cop the finger, go to a swingers party, get arrested, tell their younger daughter to "fuck off." You know, do all the things they've probably always wanted to do. When you reach a point in life where your actions can't really screw your future, why play ...

I saw four commercials last night for Mesothelioma as I do just about every time I watch more than 15 minutes of live tv after midnight. I don't know what's more surprising: the fact that there are so many attorneys hawking ads for Mesothelioma or the fact that I still haven't got the slightest idea what it is. Is it an ailment like cancer or a substance like asbestos? Or is it just a very big word meaning "tiny pecker?" The way the lawyers salivate over it, I'm inclined to believe it's some sort of Vegas affliction and the responsible parties are the smoking, gambling AND drug industries. With little private jets in their eyes, the suits urge me to call ...