Nice pants

So not very long ago I was walking down Melrose when I spotted something v. interesting/funny/weird, so much so that I took a picture w/ my camera phone and I would post that same picture here except that I don't know how to do that (I guess I lied, I am not a computer genius). Anyway, the something I saw was actually two somethings: 1) a pair of pants with a picture of Micheal Jackson painted on the a** w/ "Not guilty" written underneath and 2) another pair of pants with John Lennon's face painted on the crotch. Personally, I think MJ's defense team should buy the pants and bring them in as evidence. Just parade them in front of the jury...they will speak for themselves. I can almost picture the jurors nodding at the sight of such overwhelming evidence, perhaps even juror number 7 will lean to juror number 8 and say, "Well, I guess he didn't do it after all." And as for Lennon, I couldn't think of a better way to honor his legacy than to have his face split down the middle to form the legs of a pair of pants. At least his eyes will remain intact as they are prominently displayed across your nether region.



Can you handle their truth?
Tonight is the debut of Britney & Kevin: Chaotic and in honor of this monumental event, Ashley & I are throwing a Taco Bell, Red Bull, and Cheetos viewing party. I guess it's more of a get together seeing as how there will only be 6 people there. But nevertheless, the commentary will be priceless.

This week is upfronts, which for you non industry people (aka losers) is the week when they announce the new fall TV shedules...and we sadly say good bye to those who won't be returning. Let's take a moment to mourn a few shows that didn't make the team this year:
Blind Justice: While this show had an awesome tag line that only gets better w/ repetition ("He lost his sight but not his vision"...say it three times with me) the premise blew. Maybe if he would have had a talking guide dog....
life as we know it: Sorry Kelly Osbourne, I guess you'll have to go back to making your money the old fashioned way- by selling sh*tty records. You're so punk you don't even care.
Commando Nanny: I don't even remember this show. Did it star Hulk Hogan? Oh wait, I'm thinking of Suburban Commando. Nevermind.
Committed: Who knew that the dying clown living in your closet premise wouldn't catch on?
Father of the Pride: Totally saw this coming.
8 Simple Rules: What? David Spade couldn't save this show? There is no God!

Sometimes being a woman sucks. Like right now. I will never be able to handle giving birth.
R.