Welp, officially so over it. Not sure of the point of the whole exercise, but was kinda sorta somewhat fun while it lasted. Could be wrong, hope to be wrong, methinks not wrong.
2026 … starting off with a bang.
OK so the Orange Menace invaded Venezuela and stole its president/first lady … ostensibly for “drug trafficking” (whycome Purdue only got moneyhits but this guy gets kidnapped?) but the US also seized the nation’s oil reserves, so there’s that. AND AND Jack Kemp … that delightfully dogmatically intrepid US Attorney hunting for orange scalps, disclosed that prison was def in the tarot cards for the convicted felon but for the 2024 (eh-hem) US prez election, which is currently the subject to an election fraud lawsuit in a New York county (i.e., all ballots consistently swung dem but the Laughing HalfNot Donkey got no votes … very hmmm).
Strange times, indeed.
BUT … but … the most salient and crucial development thus far this early this year?
The death of NicOlandria. Sad. All the sads.
But not really.
But kinda.
Lotta folks saw it coming but methinks just wanted to close the eyes and continue to dream.
Such beautiful people. But if ugly on the inside … high levels of pretty do not much matter.
Few notes: one of the major aspects of the allure that is/was theeee Ola Fine was that she remained humble … her face and that BOD did all the boasting she never needed to. However, she misplaced her humility somewhere in the bathroom of a private jet flying over Manhattan, and consequently became less attractive. “I love being a natural blonde.” Ska’huzmeh wat? How off-putting. That, and the twerking on the furniture. So not cute. So not classy.
And Nic.
Oh, Nic.
First there is the F1 weekend in Vegas with the Wallace & Gromit midnight ballerina and too many $1 dollar bills … then there is the photograph in the hotel room possibly maybe occupied by the ex (Devon is seriously gorgeous, BTW … totes understand the attraction) … then gotta preference bumping up against in the DJ booth, everybody just grinding away …
Nic.
Oh, Nic.
Noticed in the NYE video that he showed her absolutely no affection … on film, at least. Jake compliments the blonde … he says nothing … she’s leaning her head toward his shoulder with a giggle … he’s enjoying the camera and her lip combo … left her outside the subway gates to struggle with admission. And that midnight kiss? Really? Is less passion possible? Honestly, he looked more excited to be with EllaUmbrella opening gifts on Christmas than with his “girlfriend” in NYC on NYE. His wholesale lack of interest is filtering through … Congrats on the house, tho’.
She should know. But she also thought Taylor actually liked her so there is that. All-consuming self-absorption tends to affect one’s view … hard to read the room when you are looking only at yourself. {Jeremiah 10:8}
“I pick Clarke.”
Excellently smart choice, young man. Even if awkward, odd-bodied, and strange.
Nic.
Oh, Nic.
And now there are thumbnails on the Tubes of You that the hard “eee arrr” is part of the alabaster YN’s vernacular AAANNNDDD the narrative is he is documented on audio re its use.
Nic.
Oh, Nic.
Not a good look. Giddy while it lasted, and lasted longer than most.
NOW … full disclosure: each of the foregoing accusations against theVans has been summarily forthwith debunked … but methinks he and his “girlfriend” should (pardon the pun) go dark for the foreseeable future, step off/away from social media, and just handle their respective brand deals … no more couple/family/personal content for the masses, enjoy themselves among themselves.
Why?
Some random netizen asked about crowdsourcing a hitman to merc that young man.
Why? Totes legit wonder.
Well in these MMXX’s seems the real question is: why f’ing not.
Times are getting mad(der).
Have now turned off the Tubes of You, electing to rewatch the excellence of Odenkirk.
So 2026, it is official: you suck. Just sayin’.
And just a week in. Sigh.
Only 51 more to go.