So I'm in a ranting mood:

Okay, so, New York Attorney General Elliot Spitzer is still kicking ass and taking names in his quest to get the music industry to start playing fair. A few years ago, the mere news that he was planning on looking into the industry practice of having "independent promoters" (whereby record labels basically got away with ( Read more... )

Oh my God. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD.

BURKE. NOOOOOOOOO!

Oh, this is NOT gonna end well. NOT WELL AT ALL.

So, I've been super bored at work cause the phone lines are all down, so I've been screwing around in photoshop and made fun icons :


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So, I haven't updated in a while, because really nothing interesting has happened to me at all, except for a couple of kick-ass episodes of Grey's Anatomy, which I am quite sure Shonda Rhimes created especially for me, her Biggest Fan Ever In All The World.

But the one thing I definitely should mention is that supermodel Tatyana Simanava fell out of ( Read more... )

Republicans For Voldemort?

AWESOME.

???

Hell YEAH, I'm excited. KICK ASS.

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Every time I see one of those Revlon ads with Susan Sarandon and Julianne Moore powdering their noses together and laughing so exaggeratedly at how beautiful they are, I can't help imagining that immediately before and after the shots, those two bitches are rolling around on the ground, trying to rip each other's wigs off. Julianne has her teeth ( Read more... )

So, I'm watching American Idol last Tuesday, and out in the audience, like all of a sudden Rosie O'Donnell's going to psychically ask me to gay marry her, who should I see out in that audience, but FRIGGING MICHAEL RAPPAPORT. One of my mortal enemies! What Carrot Top does to most people, Michael Rappaport does to me, I don't know if you guys know ( Read more... )

In 1959, jack of all trades, Tom Lehrer wrote and sang this song naming all of the elements in front of a Harvard audience. You've got to imagine the guys recording this song: early twenties, with seven-eights inch crewcut hair, plastic rimed glasses, sharp white shirts and loosened black ties. They gathered around a high tech tape recorder and ( Read more... )