Hey, look who's in the news! Yep. It's that wacky, fun loving gal who brought a dog to a funeral! And now she's a rich wacky gal. And I'm thinking that maybe I should have befriended her after all. 88 million dollars could sure go a long way towards making me feel forgiving about her being a complete jackass.
I don't know what to make of this song. That's some hokey lyrics there, fella. So do you think this is hearfelt music or is Mr. Jackson just aiming to have the anthem for September 11th? It's a cigarette lighter song in the making. Hmm.... what's that sound? Is that the sound of patriotism? Pride? Overwhelming grief...oh...it's the sound of cash registers ringing!
And speaking of September 11th and cashing in, I am going to implore you once again to not watch CBS's grab at ratings this Sunday. My reasons have already been stated. Just wanted to remind you.
I am hereby opening up the QOD to the general public. That means you, silly. For the next two weeks, reader requested questions only. I'm tired of thinking. Please leave suggestions in the comments below or email me. If your question is used, you will receive fame, fortune and wild monkey sex.
Sign of the impending apocalypse: Winger, Poison and Cinderella are all touring again. What, no Night Ranger?