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The Road To Pop Stardom

As someone who has seen his share of shooting stars, I've begun to take notice of a longstanding career pattern in the entertainment industry, specifically musicians. Specifically, specific female musicians.  Surely I'm not the first to have noticed.

The tried and true pattern goes something like this:

1.  Ing'enue - Awww, she's young and fresh-faced and does ProActiv ads even though she's never had a blemish anywhere on her inexplicably toned body.  Her vagina is made of rose pedals and she always smells like the breeze off the ocean after an electrical storm.  She sings about what love might be like if she could just find the right boy.  Disney is somehow involved in getting people to see her.  One (or all three) of her names ends in an "eee" sound, because that makes people think of dolphins and who in the shit doesn't love dolphins?  People who don't buy records, is who.  Ideally, the name would also be ethnic (BUT NOT TOO MUCH!) and would rhyme.  If you get all three - "eee", ethnic and rhyming name - you might as well give her a platinum record.  Young girls want to be her and mothers believe she is an excellent role model.  In some obscure interview, once, at 3:00 in the morning, she tells a reporter that she's still a virgin and plans to be until marriage.  Everyone believes it, including her.

2.  Reluctant Star - Well, she finally met a boy.  There's a 97% chance that he's broken her heart or is about to.  At least twice in every interview, she says how overwhelmed and blessed she feels from all of the love and attention the fans give her.  She thanks God for her success every day.  She says she's looking forward to writing more of her own music on the next album.  Whenever she says that, a record exec in the corner of the room coughs.  She looks pretty tired.  She's purchased a new home for her parents and still lives there with them in a very pink room, stating that for as long as she can remember she's wanted to be a princess and now she feels like one.  Off-handedly, during a taping of Cribs at the house, she mentions that she think "Princess" would be a good name for her next album.  More coughing from the corner.

3.  Butterfly -  She just wants to, I don't know...break FREE, ya know?  She feels like she's trapped in a shell of some kind.  She's seconds from getting a turtle tattoo before one of her friends says she's really more like a butterfly just coming out of its cocoon. They both cry and hug, because that is the most amazing analogy that anyone has created at tattoo parlor, ever.  The friend is extremely proud to have come up with it, right on the spot like that.  They both decide to get lower back butterfly tattoos to commemorate the genius.  She's moved into her own place, because even though she loves her parents, she needs her space.  She's got a "pretty serious" boyfriend now.  That first boyfriend was her first true love and she'll always have a place in her heart for him, but this new guy "gets" her.  Nobody is coming out and saying it, but we're all pretty sure this new guy is nailing her.  Her latest record is delayed, but it's only because "there's so much good stuff, it's tough to choose what should go on the record".  The record does eventually get released and there is a single hit, the title track from the album, "Liberation!".  The crowds at her concert chant it until she sings it and then they go to the bathroom.

4.  Whore - She has really gotten the hang of sex.   She insists that just because she's "asserting her sexuality as a woman" doesn't mean she's having sex, necessarily.  Though that may be true, she is asserting the hell out of two professional baseball players, the guitarist from YumTum, a pro skateboarder named Derek, a guy everyone is pretty sure deals blow named "Narf", Tom Wopat, a closeted boy band member, a hunk from the reality show "Organ Donor!" named Tank, and the lead singer from the girl group "FurClam", Betty Berbermunch.  She told her record label to go fuck itself, she knows what her fans want and what they want is reality.  They don't want some processed pop queen.  She's wrong, that's exactly what they want, and her album "Leather Muff" only debuts at #5, mostly based on the strength of her video for "My Ovaries" in which she rides a zebra in a wet t-shirt for some reason.  She has five houses now, "one for every coast", she says.  Each home has a deck where the paparazzi can photograph her in a bikini.  In most of the photos, she's giving them the finger.  Apparently she's gone through a second puberty, because her breasts are inexplicably larger and when people question her about the rather sudden change, she says, "I like my curves!  I don't know why people can't just accept my womanly figure!"  The only hair anywhere on her body is interweaved with the hair from 12-year-old Guatemalan girls.

5.  Artist - She wants to take a break from "the singing thing" and get back to her first love, acting.  She's been acting since she was five years old, doing little skits for her parents.  Believe me, that more than qualifies her for being in a romantic comedy, "The Great Girl Power Conspiracy", where we see her in boy shorts and a see-through white t-shirt.  The director tells her that because of the way the light is "bouncing wrong" off of the t-shirt, it's probably best if she takes it off.  She insists that it's not "vital to the plot" that she take off the shirt.  In the corner, a movie executive coughs.  In the unedited "Director's Cut" on DVD, we see nipple for 3 seconds.  Two weeks after the film's release (at #15), she's overheard while having drinks at Club Haze, telling her friends that she's glad she has kept her integrity.  As she leaves, the wind from the revolving door to the restaurant catches her wrong, and it becomes quite apparent that she's  wearing no underwear of any kind.  Eight minutes later, her vagina is on YouTube.

5.  Crackhead/Criminal - The record company has stated that she still owes them an album.  She releases a "Greatest Hits Collection" to get them off her back, but that's basically three songs, plus acoustic versions of those three songs and five dance remixes of those same three songs.  When the paparazzi outside of Bounch nightclub ask what the powder on her nose is, she wipes it quickly saying it's salt from a margarita.  She punches one of the cameramen "accidentally".  The matter is settled out of court.  She is overheard calling her current boyfriend by her first boyfriend's name during a photo shoot for Pussy Magazine (the magazine for empowered women).  The next day, he's charged with assault.  That night, she's seen vomiting in the women's restroom at Creme Brulee and friends fear that she's bulimic.  A record exec in the corner hands her some pills. A new album is in the works.

6.  Rehab Redemption - Just as the new album is about to be released, she enters rehab.  The record company wishes her well and says they're confident that this "time away" will get her refreshed for the upcoming tour to support the album.  She gets out of rehab early and is seen drinking in the Fabulouso Hotel bar with "Narf".  Two weeks later she drives through the back of her garage and breaks both wrists.  She enters rehab and this time it appears to take.  The album comes out (after some last minute remixing) and it gets rave reviews.  It generates three hit records and she tours for two years with her mom on the tourbus. 

7.  Sad - Three years later, her breasts do not inspire anyone anymore.  Occasionally, someone will take her picture unexpectedly, but it's never for a magazine.  Five years after that, she releases an acoustic guitar-heavy album that "gets back to her first love, music", even though she's never played acoustic guitar on any of her albums.  She has a six year engagement to an actor 10 years her junior named Frankie.  He's got mommy issues.  She has so much Botox, that if you snuck up and set off a garbage can full of firecrackers behind her, she couldn't generate a surprised expression.  You and your friends see her do a set at a local club and you're pretty excited until she starts singing.  Someone says, "Aww, bless her heart".  A record exec in the corner breaks wind.

Convenience Store

I just purchased a few sets of tickets online for various events around Atlanta for when my family comes to town in a couple of months.  In all cases the tickets came with an up-charge labeled as a "Convenience Charge".  Just for the record, charging me more money just for the right to purchase tickets online is not convenient for me.  It only serves to piss me off.  Please just call it an "Ass Rape Charge" so that we're all clear on what's happening.  Additionally, I'd like for it to show up that way on my credit card statement so that I have a permanent record.   

The Bored

This struck me as very funny.

For the child with no friends and parents who aren't that into playing ball.

"Timmy, go outside and play catch!"

"But mommy, with who?  I don't have any friends and daddy went to the store a few years ago and hasn't come back and you said that the only chance I'll have of getting a little brother is if 'the right boy down at Tailgators buys you enough drinks and sticks it in ya good and hard' and you told me I couldn't play with Ari next door anymore because his people killed Jesus."

"Just get your board and shut up.  Your board is the the only real friend you'll ever have.  The board won't leave you with a kid that won't shut up and two years of past due child support."

"But mommy, I only have one leg and the board is hard."

"Life is hard. Deal with it."

Kids Today

When I was a kid, I would anonymously send a girl that I liked a yellow carnation for Valentines day.   Now I see advertisements for a Sweetheart Brownie Blast on TV.  What kind of sick shit are these kids into?  I didn't give a girl a sweetheart brownie blast until the second year of college and even then we were both pretty drunk.

Obligatory Post Super Bowl Rant

Switch on TV almost exclusively to see the High-Def content.  Sub-woofer rattles my testicles together during the commercials.  Burp.  Curve entire body into banana shape.  Let one rip, just milliseconds shy of soiling my pants.  Burp.  Smile with pride.  Just now realizing that I only know how to spell banana because of Gwen Stefani.  Consider tossing one off after visualizing Gwen Stefani and a banana.  Don't.  Lazy.  Consider going halfway by taking off my pants and seeing where things lead.  Don't.  Might throw out my back.  Oh dear God.  Did Stevie Wonder just say "Peace, We Out!"?  Jesus Christ.  Thank God he didn't have to see himself say that.  That Joss Stone is kind of an obnoxious twat, no?  I wonder if she's done any songs about bananas.  Bee Ay En AY EN AY ESS!!  Maybe I'll just undo the top button on the jeans.  You never know.  Oh now.  Here's the National Anthem.  Is Aaron Neville there because of the whole Katrina thing?  Jesus fuck.  Will someone pay for the surgery to lower his balls already?  Oh here's Aretha.  She's trying to sing along with Aaron, but come on, that's like asking her to have a salad for lunch.  Impossible.  Never gonna happen.  The eardrums of dogs all over the world are exploding.  Big finish.  Man, she's gonna have a coronary episode any goddamned second.  Speaking of episodes, DON'T MISS AN EPISODE OF LOST, DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES OR GREY'S ANATOMY!  EVER AGAIN!  WE MEAN IT THIS TIME! 

Oh hey!  Football!

And they're playing and they're playing.  Lousy. 

Speaking of playing lousy, here's the Rolling Stones.  I can't take this.  It's pure hell.  I'm switching over to Independence Day on HBO.  Yeah, baby.  Will Smith is gonna whup some alien ass.  Dat's what I'm talkin' bout.  Oh wait, I forgot about Jeff Goldblum.  Back to the Stones.  Jesus, are they STILL PLAYING!?  Mick just said, "Here's one we could've played at the very first Super Bowl!"  Note to Mick - there's no need to remind us of how old you are.  Those jeans aren't hiding your Depends panty lines very well.  Any thought I had about bananas is now a distant memory. Thanks, you old bastards.  Man, I would've paid serious pay-per-view money to see Stevie Wonder, Aaron Neville, Aretha Franklin and Mick Jagger blown up at halftime.  Can we work that out for next year?

Oh, more football now.  Man, neither one of these teams really wants to win too badly.  Looks like the refs are gonna help the Steelers out a bit.  That's nice.  Speeds things up.

...wwhhaaaAAA?  Oh man, I fell asleep there for a sec.  What's going on with Will Smith?  Aw, yeah.  FLY WILL!  FLYYYYYY!!!  That's right, you alien BASTARDS!!  NOBODY MESSES WITH AMERICA AND, TO A LESSER DEGREE, EARTH!!

Burp.  Oh God.  So tired.  My understanding is that it's now a federal crime to not watch Grey's Anatomy tonight, based upon the volume and urgency of the ads.  HELLO!  LESBO SCENE TO START THINGS OFF!!  That's appointment television, people.  Banana time.

Huh. Bomb in a chest. Code Black. Groundbreaking television. When they did it on M*A*S*H like 80 years ago.  Except with less boob action.  So this is better.

I think I've overdosed on boredom tonight.  I should've just crapped myself earlier.  At least it would've motivated me a little. Oh, who am I kidding, no it wouldn't have.

Why, For the Love of God?

I just saw Meat-Free Buffalo Wings at the grocery store.  This is an abomination unto the Lord and savior Jesus Christ.  Vegetarians should not be allowed to eat anything that even suggests meat or meatiness.  It's unfair to those of us that have to occasionally pull a chicken vein from between our teeth.  Meatless Buffalo Wings are missing bones, skin and (need I mention) meat. That's the holy trinity of a chicken wing!! It is the essence of chickenness! You can't call it a Buffalo Wing just because it's in a Buffalo sauce! Everyone knows that real buffalo sauce has some kind of meat squeezings in it!! WHY IS THE FDA NOT MONITORING THIS SITUATION!!?? 

You friggin' vegetarians are tearing this country apart!!

Selling Out

There will be disappointment, I understand that.

But this website cannot sustain itself anymore without advertising.  And for me, the most profitable route, by far, of internet advertising comes from the pornography industry.  I've teamed with a local company that distributes really high quality stuff that I hope you'll check out.

As part of the agreement, I will get approval of advertisements first and I'd like to run the first one by you, my loyal readers, before I splash it in the sidebar of the page. 

Please give me your honest feedback.

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You're Ugly and Nobody Loves You

There are a lot of people that get very rich from lying to you. It’s safe to say that if someone is making any money, it’s because they’re lying to someone about something.

I heard an ad on the radio last night that now advertises special “vitamins” that can help an adolescent boy grow taller. And you don’t even need a prescription!

Of course you don’t need a prescription; some dude is just mixing up bee semen with extract of dandelion in his basement and feeding it to his cat to make sure it doesn’t kill living things (though some users may experience increased hairball hocking).

I’m sure they have “clinical trials” to back up their claim of increased height. All of these made-up nutritional supplements have clinical studies. Keep in mind, technically, a crack house could be considered a clinic. Anyone can run a clinical trial. You don’t even need a gavel, though it would be kind of cool to have, just for fun. This clinical trial will now come to order!

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READ THIS POST!

I think I know how people get dragged into loving things like Communism and Nazism and Cannibalism.  What?  They do.  Shut up and let me make my point.

Have you noticed the strangely subtle and overt manner in which all forms of advertising are now demanding that you comply?  I remember a bygone era wherein people who wanted your business would ask you nicely if you'd like to partake in their product offering and then you'd smile coyly and later you'd make love.  Mostly this applied to prostitution, but it could just as easily be toothpaste sales. 

Lately, however, in print, radio and television ads, there is a insistence that you ACT NOW! or COME ON DOWN! or DON'T GO AWAY!  They aren't asking, like good Christians.  They're adamant*.

This has become especially true on television, in the promotion of an upcoming show or, even more shamelessly, in the promotion of the current show.  You will hear the announcer constantly voice over your need to STAY TUNED! or STICK AROUND! or TUNE IN FOR THE NEXT...! or DON'T GO ANYWHERE!  WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK! 

Motherfucker, don't tell me what to do.

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Turgid

I think it's important to note that even though there are annoying distractions going on in our world (such as war and bombings and terrorism), there are still trained and skilled professionals that are deeply concerned about your penis.   Well, unless you're a woman.  Then I'm not sure if anyone is really worried about your penis.

According to this article, the scientific community is preparing newer, faster and longer-lasting methods to keep you harder than calculus.  In the future, through the evolution of modern medicine, men will just walk around with a raging hard-on 24 hours a day.  So, not much different than the present, really.

The thing that cracks me up about this story is the names under which these new drugs are being marketed.  God bless marketing people for taking six-figure salaries and coming up with names like "Levitra". 

An excerpt from the staff (HA!) meeting on naming:

Marketing Idiot #1:  Ladies and gentlemen, we are tasked today with coming up with a name for our client's incredible new drug.
Marketing Idiot #2:  Uhhh...whatzit do?
Marketing Idiot #3:  I like ham. (drool)
MI#1:  This new drug is for the male downstairs region.  Our client is looking to "raise expectations" (air quotes) for men, if you know what I mean.
MI#2:  Um, no.  I don't.
MI#3:  (drool).
MI#1:  Don't make me spell it out people.  I'm talking about enhancing the dangle-down.  Making the noodle naughty.  Putting the jack back in the rabbit.
MI#2:  I like pasgetti.
MI#3: BUNNIES!!
MI#1:  Jesus Christ, I'm talking about giving guys boners here.
MI#2:  Ooohhhhhhh.
MI#3:  Not bunnies?
MI#1:  Now, we need a name that says "power" and "strength" and "erect!" (extreme air quotes).
MI#2:  How about "Erect - The Pill for Erections"
MI#1:  I like that.  It's a good start.
MI#3:  How about "Boner - The Pill For When You Can't Get It Up"
MI#1:  Subtle.  I like that.
MI#2:  I like: "Cocky - For A Big Cock"
MI#1:  That's genius.  But I'm looking for something that conveys more of a "magical" feel. 
MI#2:  Maybe, "David Cockerfield's Wangtastic Hard-On Pill"?
MI#1:  Just now, I fell in love with you.
MI#3:  Magicians scare me.
MI#1:  Trevor makes a good point.  Magicians are scary.  What else is magical?
MI#2:  "Hairy Putter and The Rock-Hard Bone"?
MI#1:  I love that like my grandmother, but it sounds too much like a porno movie.  What else?  Come on people, it's close to 3:00 here - I've got a 3:30 tee time...
MI#3:  I like tea.
MI#2:  I always like it when magicians pull stuff out of hats.  How about "Abracockdabra - For When You Need to Pull a Huge Dick Out of Thin Air!"
MI#1:  I like how you worked "pull" and "dick" into the tag there...
MI#3:  I like the floaty ladies.  Magic guys make people float.  Up in the air.  Floaty!
MI#1:  I see where you're going...and we're working...we're working...what's like floating...?
MI#2:  Isn't it called "leveltration"?
MI#1:  Well, technically, it's called "levitation".  Let's run with that...
MI#3:  "Levitration" is too long for me to remember...how about just "Levitra"?
MI#1:  Well again, technically, it's "levitation", not "leviTRAtion".  But I'm really tired and it's late.  Levitra it is.  Here's a bonus check Trevor.  I guess you could call it a "boner check".
MI#3:  I don't get it.

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