Just why were Brian May and Freddie Mercury so obsessed with fat bottomed girls and bicycles anyway, BuzzardBilly?
I've been pondering that question most of the day, since I listened to Queen's Greatest Hits on the way to work this morning. I used to wonder what "got a mousche" meant. For years. Then I discovered the lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody are "scaramouche, scaramouche...," and refer most likely to a dramatic character in a play, named after some novel or something-or-other from the early 20th century.
Who cares? I can't get the damn thing outta my head!
Things get stuck there sometimes, and it takes some purging to become somewhat functional again. Here's the vent:
I may be delusional, but there seems to be a Baldwin brother on every reality series on TV.
Finally! Others are starting to see through Oprah's shallow facade. Wonder if I can get tickets to her show soon? When public opinion starts to tank, O starts giving away cars!
There is some speculation that Morbius, The Living Vampire will be the villain in the upcoming Spider-Man 4 flick, directed by Sam Raimi. If Morbius is the villain I predict it'll be the best Spidey flick ever, with the evil dead and his army of darkness carrying out their simple plan to drag Peter Parker to hell.
(Whew...that was a stretch.)
No matter how many times I saw it, I always laughed at the opening of Married With Children, when Peg Bundy dropped her cigarette butt into the salad she was making.
Despite feeling as though I was again sitting in Mrs. Dietz's Biology class at Summersville Junior High School--where I ruled the back row, by the way-- I loved the recent series on the classification of West Virginia hot dogs. Do yourself a solid and read it at the West Virginia Hot Dog Blog. Stanton, Chris James and Big Daddy are always informative and entertaining, but this series was exceptional. I could smell the chili from the picture those guys used to illustrate the Utilitarian Dog.
Did I mention Oprah has some detractors?
Man, I gotta see a movie soon...