Current mood: argumentative
Who to be pissed off at today? "America's Got Talent"? The "Circus Girls" act I caught as I was trying to set up my Wii Motion Plus left me a bit upset.
Are contortionists talented...yes, but if you were Vegas talented, you should be representing the US team in London in three years. It's called Rhythmic Gymnastics. What? You can't stay that flexible for another three years?
Hell, those girls are just messing up Title 9 for us guys. Illinois State University which I would rather have wasted my education than attend (it's tough enough considering reapplying at U of I since the straight A, wrestling team captain who made sure the Illini's eventual washout tackle passed computer programming was turned down), could reinstate their folk-style wrestling program if women would rather have an education than fame. From the perspective of those observing me over the past nine (going on 10) years, they'll tell you that the quest for fame and fortune just isn't a good move.
Especially when either a producer or the Hoff is going to encourage you to take short cuts to fame.
Of course my older sister was the one watching the future of Sunset strip's oldest profession. Can I be pissed at her for that...well I am a little. After I expressed my dismay at the performers with a bit more angst because my Motion Plus box only had the new sleeve for the Wii Mote, she responded with, "if you call wrestling a talent, why isn't it in the Olympics."
It's not like I haven't been lobbying for it. I got to remember to put that as a policy in next years campaign.
Maybe I wanted to relax, watch a "South Park" or something fatalistic on Spike, so I could come to the keyboard in a Zen like state to write a blog expressing the need for peace, love, and less Michael Jackson coverage.
And Karl Malden coverage. He doesn't count as someone famous who died. 97 years-old, what's the next step? There isn't one. It's a six-foot drop.
And why do we only bury them six feet deep? So we don't have to call JULIE? If the zombies are going to rise, lets at least make the climb as high as an NBA hoop. The apocalypse would be a lot more interesting if we'd only have to worry about the talented ones coming back.
The ones who are immensely talented, not the ones a couple of limies (one of which along with the guy who eats off the floor won't give Break Skate) say "Yes" to.
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