I was once again screwed out of the Nobel Prize for Literature for the masterpiece that is Battling the Current. If I don’t get the Peace Prize I am seriously going to have to bust some heads. I mean it was one thing that I didn’t pick up the McArthur Foundation Genius Grant but the Nobel Prize? Doesn’t everyone get one of those? It’s like a participant ribbon now.
Actually, the Nobel Prize committee is continuing their trend of giving the prize in literature to someone who no one has ever read. I like to consider myself worldly and well read but for the life of me I can’t recall ever hearing the winner’s name before. I’m not a believer in the best author sells the most books (in the same sense that the cast of Glee is not better than the Beatles just because they have more Billboard Top 100 singles) but you would think that to win you should reach a level of mainstream consciousness. But that is the Norwegians for you.
I’m pretty much spent mentally and physically right now. Long week in the office, a couple of tough workouts and a continuation of news in real life that just makes me wish that this year would end just so I could have a fresh start. As a result, I’m just going to post one of my guilty pleasure songs. As a music critic more than a fan I can’t really explain why I love this song so much. It just forces you to smile. Plus, the video takes place in a mall and makes fun of Marilyn Manson. What more can you want?
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