February 2nd, 2004
|12:52 pm - welcome to the second non-issue of 2004|
Y'know, try as I may, I just simply can't be bothered to think, say, or do anything related to Janet Jackson's right tit.
Consider this the first and last mention of it on this LJ.
It's the scandal of the century.
Must be a slow news century.
Well, last century had the big David Lee Roth/Van Halen feud. How can we compete with that?
Your sense of moral outrage is contagious.
|Date:||February 2nd, 2004 07:52 pm (UTC)|| |
You said tit.
|Date:||February 2nd, 2004 08:25 pm (UTC)|| |
My favorite non-action related moment of the Super Bowl was listening to Steven Tyler go through the motions of singing "Dream On" in the pre-game show. I use this term because he was miked clearly and you could tell that he wasn't even coming *close* to *trying* to sing the real words. "Cree mo. Cree mo. Mee ma nee ma nee mo moo." Not syllables, not words, not even real scat. Just noise. Laughed for about five minutes.
I like how they decided to salute our fallen astronauts with some "up-and-coming" pop act they would never have known.
When the dude changed key, I told Jan that it was the cue to pluck heartstrings.
Wow, he sucked.
I think he aspires to be Michael Bolton one day when he grows up.
(Synonym: Wow, he sucked.)
I was thinking more Celine Dion.