Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Monday, December 13, 2004
this is probably my son, ned

Everybody wants Scott Peterson dead. this is justice at it's finest.
Everybody also knows that the Golden Globes reflect the forthcoming Oscar nods almost identically. The definitive list is led by masterpieces like Sideways and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
James Brown having cancer = can't make fun of him for beating his wife? Oh, what serious illness will do to a public image. I see a "James" biopic already in the grimy hands of Paramount execs.
The Killers appear on TV again? Oh my! Suck in the pangs of elitism and watch the reruns of "Hard Rock Live" -- a much better treat than their blase performance on Conan or their contrived cameo on the OC.