I love, love, LOVE Nelly Furtado's song "Say It Right." I heard it weeks ago,
but had no idea who sang it or the title. Don't you just hate when that happens?
Note to George Michael: "Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me" sucked the first time around. Why punish the world with an even suckier cover? What next? A cover of "American Pie"?
And yet another note to singers: Don't fill your songs with swear words
thinking it'll make you sound "cool". When it hits the airwaves and local
radio stations add in bells and whistles and gasping sounds meant to be erotic
but falling waaaay short, it sounds ridiculous. Case in point, Hollaback Girl.
I heart the way Paris "I'm taking more responsiblity for my life" Hilton is blaming others for the fact that she drove on a suspended license. She said they did not fully explain to her that her license had been suspended. How damn dumb do you have to be that you don't know your license has been suspended? If you're going to lie, at least lie credibly. Incidentally, she showed up to her hearing ten minutes late. Nothing like giving the impression that you're a spoiled, rich brat.
Naturally Paris' lawyer is crying foul and saying Paris has been singled out because she's a celeb, and the judge is giving her jail time,
whereas others he's known who have driven on a suspended have gone free. Being "singled out" is never a problem for lawyers, though, when their clients are let go because of their celebrity.
I think I have finally figured out a way to make my millions AND know where my offspring are at all times! I am going to create little GPS tracking devices that you can tack onto a child's shirt or pants and sell them at places like DisneyLand, Mall of America and the entrance to the endless pit of balls at Chuck E. Cheese.
(Don't laugh. That place is like a Kiddie Bermuda Triangle. They go in, but they never come out. Hmm, I'll have to look into getting one of those installed at home.)
I'm going to be clever, though. I'm going to design the Kiddie GPSers to look like their favorite cartoon or movie character so the little brats don't ditch them five seconds after they leave the trailer court. Never again will I have to suffer the shame of having the po po knock on my front door and ask me if the little delinquent in question is mine. Geez, you'd think it was a crime to let kids play near the side of the road.