(do we still do those?)
so. target. glee. madonna's comedic sensibility and the fact that she beat out chris cornell on the golden globes. and the golden globes, which i loved. the big winner of the night was, of course, as usual, the music director and his eerie and vast power over the most powerful people in the world, namely, cock suckers, e.g., advertising executives, a.k.a., mongoloidal pedophilic lying poisoners of body and mind, e.g., general motors, little better than used whore salesmen.
oops. right. the bachelor. needless to say, the only thing wrong with it is that it's only 2 hours long and on only 1 night a week. that we know of. i'll be the one pulling for the flu virus oozing throughout the house like the angel of death in the charlie heston movie where he plays god. (i.e., harvey weinstein [sic].) though puking is a great way to lose a couple pounds before the rose ceremony!
not to jinks it, but i'm doing pretty darn good. maybe even better than i deserve to. and i bought a really nice table saw that i've wanted for 10 years. and a really nice miter saw that i don't need. still, nice to see ricky lay off the midget.