Are you sick of me blathering on about this yet? Okay, this is my final word on it. Taken from here
But let’s get real here. So what?! The world comes screeching to a halt because of a one-second peek-a-boob? Yeah, Janet is an idiot, trying to grab the spotlight to hype a new album. But a federal investigation? Yet something else for the world to snicker over. Clue for Washington: there are far more compelling things that need to be investigated.
The American media uses sex to sell everything, but god forbid that at the end of a bump and grind routine we catch a glimpse of a titbit — which people in pretty much all of what we consider the “civilized” countries can see on regular broadcast TV during the same hour. Have those civilians gone nuts? Nope, we have; they simply yawn.
The media censorship community falls to the floor sobbing when a mammary gland sees the light of day — though it’s fine if someone wearing a hockey mask comes up and lops it off with a chainsaw. When faced with a choice between sex and violence (remember, oh out-of-touch politicians, that sex is a desired part of healthy life, while violence is an abberant horror that we actively try to avoid), I’ll take the sex any day. And so will most everyone else. Yet a flash of Janet’s sagging charms isn’t, by any stretch of the imagination, sex. Grow up, Washington! And grow up, America.
I agree 10,000% percent. And dat’s the name of dat tune.
(BTW: this seems like an interesting site, no? That’s the main site for stuff like this.)
And … if you want to read a truly funny take on the Grammies, check out our very own Atomic Tom.
A small sample:
8:48: Two dead people (George Harrison & Warren Zevon) are nominated for ?Best Pop Male Vocal?. Justin Timberlake, who sadly is with us, wins. To his credit (or perhaps he was forced?) he acknowledges ?Titgate? and apologizes, but he continues to say it was ?unintentional?. Hmmm.
I was cracking up! Way to go, Tommy. I lurve you, man.
Oh, I made a heinous boo-boo at work. Just let me publicly stab myself in the head, okay? Arrrgh. I know we all make mistakes but somehow I feel like it’s a karmic payback for the bit of haughty glee I took in outing co-worker as a fuckwit to CEOFH the other day. Oh well. Live and learn and let Danish one review all requests to sell assets in an account BEFORE you sell them and cost the firm quite a bit in moolah.
Goddaughter ‘O Love and I will be attending Caps University next week. I know it’s gay and all but it seems like fun to learn all about hockey from the pros. I wonder if it will be all chicks? I have a funny feeling guys don’t go to things like this. I’m sure a guy would NEVER be able to live it down if he did and his friends caught him. Still. I think it will be cool.
Speaking of cool – Freeda and I (okay, really just Freeda since I’ve done nothing but set it up) have set up a blog for the Magic 8 Ball questions. She’s been doing them and I will start as well. Go there NOW and take a look. I will wait for you.
Valentine’s Day is coming up. Have you told your sweetie you love them?













Ok,I know I’m tired this AM but I really don’t get the 8 ball thing. I know what the 8 ball is…I’m old remember?
Have a great time at Caps U!!! There will be a quiz at the next game!
Love you