"I would like all of you to know that I am fine, that the scuffle at the MTV Awards involving Eminem, Moby and Eminem's trusty friend who threw my pooping paper in the air did not result in permanent injury," the comedian wrote on his official Web site. "I only wish Eminem could relax and enjoy all he has: his unique talent, and his smooth white hair, which brings to mind a beagle's nutsack. He should lighten up ... I mean, my mom was a bitch too, but I don't go writing songs about it. --Triumph the Insult Comic Dog
Heimlich Demands Maneuver Royalties
CINCINNATI—Lawyers for Dr. Henry Heimlich, inventor of the Heimlich maneuver, warned Monday that the doctor will sue anyone who performs his patented procedure without paying royalties. "The Heimlich maneuver is a registered trademark of my client," attorney Steve Greene said. "We are prepared to protect Mr. Heimlich's proprietary rights, even if it means filing a legal injunction against any non-royalty-paying choking victims."
Oh, hehehehehehehe
I still think Nelly should have performed Hot In Herre tonight. And Eminem needs to get his ass kicked.
Here endeth my running commentary on tonight's VMA's.
FUCK
And why the hell didn't Eminem do Without Me?
FUCK
Carson Daly is a tool and I hate MTV
I have decided that any story with Chris is a good thing. Chris with Lance is my favorite, but I also dig Chris with Justin or Joey. JC is not really my cup of sparkly tea. Chris is the little black dress of NSync slash for me.
Also, college algebra sucks ass.
I'm not sure why I even still post here. I never have anything important to say.
You know, it had to be NSync, because it is possibly the only thing gayer than Smallville. And it's so relaxing. While it's true you can turn around now without tripping over NSync licensed merchandise (this was impossible a year ago), there is still lots of stuff around, if one is inclined to look. As someone used to special ordering practically everything fannish from Canada, it's a nice change. I'm not buying NSync fruit snacks, though. They are filled with gooshey stuff, just ew.
I've had NSync dreams every night for the past week. I'm not sure what this means, but I'm really not complaining.
I'm going to talk about "Signs" now, so if you want to see it completely unspoiled, you should probably bail now.
So I saw Signs this weekend. I was really excited to see it. Everyone is raving about it. People who's opinions I generally respect loved it. I hated it. With the burning passion of a thousand suns. Technically, I can't fault it. The performances are genuine and engaging. The kids were natural and the effects didn't overshadow the story. It's the story itself I have a problem with. And it's MY problem, and my problem only. What's the theme of this movie? Have faith and everything will be OK. Baptism will save us all. The last words of a dying person pinned to a tree will lead us to salvation. Fuck that right in the ear. It's like Mel Gibson says in the movie, there are two kinds of people, those who have faith and those who don't. I don't believe in faith. I believe in nothing and I believe in everything. You know that girl in American Gods who convinces Shadow that she believes in everything, even things that contridict each other? That speech really moved me. It's very similar to how I think about religion. It's possible that all religions are right, and it's possible that they are all horribly wrong. Either way, it doesn't matter to me at all. I will die, and I will find out for myself and so will everyone else. I refuse to live my life based on a 50/50 chance. Heinlein said it best, faith is a lousy way for a diety to run a universe.