Ellen DeGeneres is ending her talk show. And thank God too now maybe I can stop having to look how to spell her name.
“When you’re a creative person, you constantly need to be challenged — and as great as this show is, and as fun as it is, it’s just not a challenge anymore,” DeGeneres tells The Hollywood Reporter, discussing the move publicly for the first time.
It was always weird to me that people watched this show. Wait. I somehow managed to change the font size while I was writing this and now I can't fix it. Oh well, back to Ellen.
She went on to say...
Blah blah. Blahda blahda dappity doo. Talk show challenge... I'm a lesbian... yakata yakata yak. And furthermore yabba youncy crashy poop.
I don't know man. I'm running out of steam with this crap. These people are almost always horrible shit-bags. Even more so than the average population. It's mystifying to me that the population at large looks to these awful people for advice of any kind. It's unbelievable. And I get tired of seeing them and reading about them. I barely even read the stories that are connected to these pictures anymore. Sometimes I don't even make it past the first sentence of the source material. It's like torture. Lately the pictures I find and use aren't even connected with the story I read that I'm writing about. And I'll be honest, with the exception of five or six of the "top tier" people, most of the people I write about are nobodies, barely more famous than you or me.
Who the fuck is Eiza Gonzalez? Would you even recognize her on the street if she bothered to take off the mask? I doubt it. She's basically another, kind of attractive girl in California. Big deal. Every attractive girl that wants to be famous moves to California. There are probably literally a million Eiza Gonzalez types there waking up to go to the gym as you read this. Who cares. I don't know, maybe I'm just in another mood. Maybe I need a vacation.
So in conclusion, Ellen DeGeneres is quitting her talk show. Happy? Who gives a fuck. Nobody.
