Portion control...

*deep breath*

...portion control.

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The lyrics to "Promiscuous" are very...promiscuous. I guess I never paid attention before.

I like Panic! at the Disco a lot, but I don't think they could have overproduced that record any more than they did. It's like listening to a band of robots, in a good way. (Whoever it was that beat the vocals into shape for that record should have been hired by the Killers for Sam's Town. Seriously, the melodies are pretty good but Brandon Flowers sings them like a drunk William Hung.)

Wow. I found something on the Internet that makes sense, and it was even in the comments section of the Hardball blog. (Don't ask me what I was doing there.) The bad spelling and questionable grammar don't even bother me. It's just...a great comment.

My greatest fear, as it applies to this issue, isn't terrorism. My greatest fear isn't whether the many crack-pot conspirist theories about George Bush or even Dick Chaney are true or that there are so many crack-pot conspirists running around. My greatest fear is that we allowed fear to creep into our moral, social and political consciousness; that it so dominated our frontal lobes to leave us entirely void of all standards related to who and what we were supposed to be. The American ideal (not Idol, ty very much ;) was pushed so far to the background that we never asked whether we should, only that we could (note butchered and not-so-subtle reference to Mr. Goldbloom's famous quote in Jurassic Park). And, as long as there were sufficient scared and wimp-label-phobia driven politicians to never bother to question the absurdity of this notion, well...why not? Is it going too far to suppose they seemed to have so short-sightedly weighed the political pros and cons as to have entirely missed the point; that life-or-death moral dilemma they were about to plunge the entire country into? But what's a moral dilemma or two when there's a re-election to win? Your friend in feedback, Freddie P.S. There's a hole in the sand somewhere with my name on it. And, I'm sorry to say, there are times it wishes for my return.

Thanks, Freddie - whoever you are.

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I really like what they're doing with Charles Logan. And Ricky Schroder as a federal agent? Pure casting genius. I almost thought they had painted themselves into a corner with this storyline, but it keeps getting better.

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Free Wilco

Yup. Listen. Enjoy. Buy the record when it comes out, or whatever you need to do to make yourself feel better. But mainly the first two.

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Van Halen on Dr. Phil

A fake article on a real news site?

Satire?

Wikipedia sez:

Although satire is usually witty, and often very funny, the purpose of satire is not primarily humour but criticism of an event, an individual or a group in a clever manner.

Who's being criticized here? I just see a bunch of stupid jokes. I'm tired of people misusing literary styles in inappropriately light-hearted ways. And if you're going to do it, don't include a disclaimer in the first paragraph that says it's not real.

If you want to satirize Van Halen or Dr. Phil, then do it. Don't write a lame article that says, "Ha ha, aren't these guys crazy and full of themselves? Ha ha look at me poke fun."

Do it like this.

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That was the best episode of House I've ever seen. And I have to wait another whole month for another?!?! What are they smoking at Fox?

So ... singing a 311 song that none of the judges knew is apparently "hip" and "current".

"Man, I dig the hip hop plus the reggae thing, that's cool." - Randy Jackson

"All Mixed Up" was released 12 years ago, in 1995. Blake Lewis did a second-rate version of a second-rate song and got a free pass from the judges. Whatever. Chris Sligh is gonna win it all. (Wow - he went to Bob Jones? And he's singing a D.C. Talk song? Is there something he's not telling us? Hahahaha ... the judges are trashing the song.)

Holy crap. The guy they call "Sundance Head" is singing "Jeremy". I can't believe what I'm hearing. The band is playing the bassline on a guitar. That was the worst two minutes of my life.

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