Ok, it might not matter to anyone else but I am proud that I am able to write a 2,000 word essay on the Beastie Boys “You’ve Got to Fight For Your Right To Party” and find out that someone from Iran read it because I know of no better audience for learning the ideals of fighting for your right to party. Though I expect that there is one thoroughly confused government censor right now trying to figure out the meaning behind a “Tabitha Soren.”
Also, does anyone else want all of the people waiting outside the mine in Chile to all dress in wacky costumes just to mess with the miners heads a little bit? I mean we don’t even have to go over the top and put everyone in bee costumes and explain to them that the killer bees have taken over the planet and now we must all dress like bees in order to prevent certain death. It could be as simple as everyone wearing the exact same blue shirt for no apparent reason. As in everyone for five miles wearing the same shirt. Everyone at the mine, the hospital, the camera crews all without any explanation. It would be like the best episode of Punk’d ever! Admittedly that wouldn’t be much of an accomplishment.
(In great engineering fashion they tested the rescue capsule by sending it down to within ten feet of the miners and then bringing it back up. Nothing like dashing the hopes of guys who have been trapped for over two months. “Well, this is what it would look like if we decided to rescue you.”)
In other news Courtney Cox and David Arquette are separating, which is fascinating news because I like most people assumed that they had divorced like six years ago. For a celebrity couple that never made sense in the first place they were together for a good decade plus. Given my position as a cynical bastard I am hoping that this is due to a Jennifer Aniston – David Arquette relationship just to make that inevitable Friends reunion that much more interesting. And it is inevitable because let’s face it what else does David Schwimmer have going on right now?
That must be the glory and the horror of being on an incredibly popular television show. The great news is that you make a ton of money and get to live off of the proceeds of the reruns for ages. On the other hand you will constantly be referred to as the person who has done absolutely nothing since their show went off the air. “Oh, I decided to go back to my true love: live theater” which is basically just saying that you can’t get a job in Hollywood to save your life and you are just waiting for the phone call for the televised reunion special. It must suck to be rich and famous.
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