Snark, snark, snark. Lately, all I do is snark. I love me.

OK, make sure you’ve swallowed your coffee, or you’ll spray it all over your monitor. Really, you’ll thank me. All right, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Wait for it….

Wait for it….

Wait for it….

Gwyneth Paltrow tells Joaquin Phoenix to get real.

HAAaaAaAHhahahAaaaaa

And a fine Weird Wednesday to you, my fiends. I should have made this its own category, but … yeah. I’m lame. So if you like, you can check out previous WW posts I, II and III. I do love me some bizarre.

But back to Gwynnie. Sorry y’all. She just seems … out there (not that there’s anything wrong with that). I’d love to know the reason behind the name GOOP. I’m thinking maybe something to do with her initials, with oooohhh in between? I dunno. And the subtitle: Nourish the inner aspect — (slow head shake) heavy, man. Heavy.

I saw her a few months back on a travel/foodie show on the Travel Channel or PBS, one of the two. An hour of, “Ooo hey, I’m drunk!” and doing verbal girly hand slaps with her American chef traveling companion.

*cricket, cricket*

Well rock on. Whatever gets you through the night, it’s all right. (Big fat Hershey bar to the first Finkite who posts the name of the singer who recorded that lyric.)

Fink (weirded) out.