“As a college student used to her freedom, I’m sometimes gone for days at a time when I’m home for the summer,” explains Jesse from Gurnee, Illinois, admitting that during this time, her Beta fish, Freddie Mercury tends to go unfed. “My 14-year old-sister has shown him mercy a few times,” Jesse says, and admirably, “she’s never asked for thanks.” But Freddie, it seems, has had just about enough of this neglect.
I Believe that Their New CD is Called Douchebags Of The Universe
I really thought that Metallica, easily the most hyper-litigious band in the history of music, had hit rock bottom when they sued Victoria’s Secret over the name of an eyeliner pencil that contained the word “Metallica” in the description of the shade. Apparently, I was incorrect in that assumption. This post from Arstechnica.com about Metallica’s management requesting that bloggers remove reviews of its newest album proves that these guys have, in fact, hit bottom and started to dig. It’s nice to see that Metallica didn’t want the reputation they earned from the Napster debacle to be forgotten.
Note: It appears that the story at the link above has been updated in Metallica’s favor!
Last night I spent about 45 minutes of my life that I’ll never get back attempting to endure a new piece of crap reality show on VH1 called Scott Baio is 46 and Pregnant(Sundays at 10:00 PM). I’m not afraid to admit that I’m a big fan of many fine reality shows like Survivor, Project Runwayand The Amazing Race, but, Jesus god, this show is the worst thing since Britney and Kevin: Chaotic, which I once watched for maybe 60 seconds before it made me throw up. Continue reading Scott Baio is 46, Pregnant and The World’s Biggest Douchebag→
I try to avoid getting political on this blog, because I am all about The Rock, but Ann Coulter really makes me wish that I had an iron fist so I could smash her stupid face in. The only thing scarier and more vile than this conservative nutjob freakshow are the idiots and morons who think this woman even has the ability to talk sense. Continue reading Retard of the Year: Ann Coulter!→
Back in March of last year, my friend and fellow rock journalist, Nicole, phoned me up to read me an ad she’d just seen somewhere on line. “You’ll never believe this,” she says to me – which is what she always says when she’s about to hip me to something that’s totally ridiculous. “Rolling Stone is looking for writers just out of college to intern at the magazine for some stupid Reality TV Show! Continue reading Like a Complete Unknown: What it Means to Write for Rolling Stone→