[for Sunday, Sept. 9]
When a group of people get together, it’s inevitable that conclusions will arrived at. Last night we conjured some universal truths, including:
• Britney Spears’ comeback popped and fizzled out the instant the camera focused on her crusty-ass hair extensions. And the world was simultaneously saddened and relieved, not unlike the feeling you get after vomiting, that she has lost all her mojo and will surely be dropping off the face of the planet soon. (Idolator’s liveblogging of the VMAs is priceless: There’s a Chris Hansen reference AND a Strangers With Candy reference!)
• The vase in my bathroom looks like a bong.
• Justin Timberlake is loved by all.
• But he’s no David Duchovny.
• My cats are pretty much the best cats ever.*
• That Chris Brown kid does Michael Jackson better than Michael Jackson does Michael Jackson.
• We are all too old for the VMAs, which frightened and confused us beyond repair.
• Rum drinks are good.
• Shooting Limoncello is like shooting a lemon drop on crack.
• No one wants his/her damn picture plastered all over my blog (losers!) so I have to give you fruit instead. **cough cough**
*Okay, this may not be unanimous.
I am madly, deeply, not-so-secretly in love with Justin Timberlake. And I have been searching you-tube for the Britney clip myself. Every onve in a while, I miss my TV.