Separated at Birth?

OK, you be the Simon Cowell.








Can you tell I can't stand the dude?

In other news, he and his love have safely arrived in our "fair" city, with their clothes trailing them by 24 hours. Tonight is the 18th anniversary of my living in sin with D, so I'll hook up with them tomorrow. However, I can tell you that the air is electric down here: drunken debauchery is upon us!!!!!

American Idle

Yesterday I discovered that "american idol" is currently the #2 search word (with a bullet!) on the Internet. Google is #1. Enough to give you an indication of the relative level of intelligence on the Internet right now.

I'll have to admit that I've been watching that show lately. D loves it and what D loves, I love. Every week I hope Justin gets the boot, but unfortunately there were many more who were worse or more obnoxious than he who had to eliminated first. You know he's going to win. Thirteen year old girls rule this country, so Kelly's toast.

BTW, am I the only person who thinks Justin looks a little too much like Krusty the Klown's friend, Sideshow Bob?

School's Out For...

Well, summer's over, but school is out just in time for Southern Decadence. BTW, a fair warning: the Southern Decadence site was coded by some kid who, for $10/hour, builds web sites in his underwear in Gretna. How do I know? The cheesy music you're probably hearing right now.

Guess who's coming to collect on those three drinks I owe him?

An update on the Death March later. All I can say is that the House of Blue's Foundation Room is a great place to unwind.