Sex and The City tonight. The parts I did see freaked me out though, because it was like I just saw them all before, like just a little while ago, but I know I haven't. I feel like I experienced insanity for a glimmering second there, somewhere between that dejavu (sp?) shit and dementia, which by the way I am waaaaaay too young to experience. Freaky. So I'm a tad bit bummed. The VCR cut me off right as the baby was being baptized.

Question: Who is pasty white, chubby, has a pubichairish mohawk, has painted his big toenails red, and lies in bed with "Mummy dear" talking over the family problems like he's the friggin' pillar of the community, and the Grand Master of common sense?


Answer: The intensely gross Jack Osbourne, that's who!

did someone drag sir Paul Mcartney out of, just in time to perform at the Super Bowl yesterday? Are you kidding me??!!! I could smell the moth balls through my TV set. I couldn't believe my ears, when I heard the announcer say that he was the halftime entertainment. Now dont get me wrong, the Beatles were huge in their time, and still have fans to this day, as I'm sure good ole Paul does too. But p-l-e-a-s-e, this is the friggin' Super Bowl, and I'm sure the producers get a "super budget" to spend on half-time entertainment, wouldn't ya think? And I'm sure there are stars all over the world that woul kill to play at the Super Bowl, and the best they could come up with was musty, old, AARP card carryin' Sir Paul. I think they're concern over another wardrobe malfunction completely turned them in the wrong direction. Well, at least the fireworks and the commercials were prety good. Gotta love those chimps!