There were, like, a lot of actual things happening in the last few days, folks. I just want to know: what story did you spike to make room for a piece about how Paramount Photoshopped Condi Rice’s and Hillary Clinton’s faces on cheesecake shots for a movie trailer?
(pause)
Oh, it’s part of a column. Yeah. Not a real news story, then. Grumble, grumble, grumble…
OK, OK, I’m actually perversely proud of the wrongness inherent in the title to this post and I don’t want to give it up, but I can’t make fun of a Style columnist doing his job, lambasting Paramount is pointless – if they weren’t dead to shame, they wouldn’t have remade The Stepford Wives – and I have no justification to subject the mental image inherent in the above title to my loyal readers, most of whom will be a good deal less loyal after they’re done scouring the Bad Pictures from their head.
Guess I could make it a entry about the pros and cons of stream of consciousness blogging. Yeah, that’ll work.
Sorry.
Moe
(Via Instapundit)
Perhaps you’re running a high fever?
When it comes to my mental state, I never discount delirium.
The goggles do nothing.
The WP is a company town paper, and Style is where the silly stuff goes. Just the norm. Wait until they hire Wonkette.
(Saw the National Enquirer at the check-out earlier today; upper right corner: “Bush Sex Scandal! Jessica Cutler Interview!” There was no sign of “Must Credit Wonkette!,” however.)
DeLay/Pelosi wouldn’t be proper slash, Moe. That’s hetfic. C’mon, we both know the terms here. 😉