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06/20/2006 = 12:40 PM

So 2006, the year I swore I'd get off my lazy arse and start podcasting, is also the year where audio is out and You Tube is in.

I think not. I like maintaining the aura of pretending I'm quooler than I am, which would fall with a resounding thud, should I start making with the videos.

Friends don't let friends dance online.

Maybe I should do this as an audio. You know. Jump on the bandwagon everyone else has just gotten off of.

You'd better read Being Five whilst ye may, 'cos the artist is planning to make the kid's sixth birthday the theme of the last comic, so we've got less then a year.

Wednesday morning, June 21, 2006 at 7:30:00 AM (GMT -05:00) Eastern Standard Time (US / Canada), Bogota, Lima, Quito, I will be the featured blog on http://www.your-15-minutes.com. That's tomorrow, people.

Unless you're from New Zealand. Don't make me do the math.

In an unprecedented (ha!) subject change, I suffer from a horrible fascination with Britney Spears. It's sort of like trying to understand the minds of deviants, or serial killers — it's beyond anything within my own scope; it's repulsive to me; yet I can't avert my eyes.

I just don't get why Britney Spears is still a major celebrity even though she has had precisely zero influence on the forward progression of popular culture in ages. When was her last video? Her last album? Her last single?

Fucking Don Rickles is more in-da-club than Britney is right now.

The momentum from a paltry few years of overproduced dancepop and Mickey-Mouse-Club-turned-dirtay choreography is staggering to my mind.

And, as I believe I mentioned, I can't look away. Britney's plummet into real-life, whilst being treated (if not respected) as if she's still on the top of her game, is absolutely fascinating on an anthropological level, in its mere dichotomy.

Well, I guess I just lost everyone. Oops, I did it again. Let's get back to the burn, shall we?

So Britney Spears isn't really going to pop out the spare to the heir in Namibia after all. The phone call that was made to the source was, apparently, a hoax.

They should have recognized it as such. I knew la Spears couldn't really pronounce Namibia.

(Or, possibly, she'd mistaken it for somewhere else: "I want to go to Namibia to have my baby and pet the big lion. You know, like in that movie. The Chronicles of Namibia.")

I'm also bemused by the fact that someone asked her publicist, "Why'd you let Britney insist on doing her own hair and makeup for that interview, and why weren't you available for damage control, such as her dressing inappropriately and crying off her false eyelashes, not to mention the gum-chewing?" and the publicist replied that Britney is an adult who makes her own decisions.

Which smacks to me of Britney having said something like, "I'll handle it," and the publicist having made the extremely mature executive decision, "If you don't want my help, fine; I'll enjoy my own personal little chuckle when you fuck up." Wonder what Britney's paying her for that kind of moral (and professional) support. I chuckle at her for free when I could be on her payroll.

I pulled into the office park today and guess what the landscapers have just planted.

That's right. It's a hosta takeover.

Those are the infamous T-Rex hosta, which I never even heard of before Marn mentioned them, and now they have conquered our own little island of office space.

I'm askeered.

I can't record this. I'm too all-over-the-place. I don't think I'll ever be able to podcast successfully unless I medicate heavily attempt to concentrate on one thing at a time.

Tags: podcasting, Being Five, Your 15 Minutes, Britney Spears, T-Rex hosta, charity, golf, Hanahoe Children's Clinic

It's that time of year again ...

CLICK!

If you donate to That Man's Paypal, he'll know who you are and tell me to put you on this year's shirt, but if you donate directly to the United Way or mail your donation directly to the clinic, I have no way of knowing what a nice thing you did unless you tell me. So note me or comment me and I'll add your name to the Shirt of Much Tackiness.

Here are my latest heroes:

Art
Boxx (locked - but ask her for a password)
Bud Buckley
Bunny828
Cabin-Boy
captive firefly (locked - but it couldn't hurt to ask)
Cosmic
Creamsicle
D-Man
Dixie
fuzzy-grey
HEIDI!!
Jenn I Am
Thoroughly Modern Mel
Michael Manning
myspinonthings
sallydallydo
T Stough
trishtastic
warcrygirl

Click here to see the 2005 shirt

drinking: ice water
listening to: Transatlantic, We All Need Some Light (demo)
tonight's ingredient being omitted for solidarity: black beans