I crack me up: May 2006 Archives

In case anyone has forgotten, this is reason number one why David Hasselhoff is a world-renowned entertainer:

Good Lord!
What the hell is that all about?
That video doesn't make sense on so many fronts and yet I could sit here and watch it all day.
I kinda get the sense that David Hasselhoff was given creative license -- a license which was revoked upon completion of the video -- and a weekend in front of a bluescreen for that video.

I was reminded of this video because of the insessant coverage of the american Idol winner over the weekend and this clip that kept on showing up on the news:

I have never seen American Idol, but because of the round-the-clock media coverage of the thing I could tell you quite a bit about that final show, including what the winners names were, who performed on the show and, of course, that David Hasselhoff was crying in the front row.
I don't understand the popularity of this GAME SHOW. Watchers of the show seem to think they are actually choosing something important, that they are particpating in a noteworthy event, when really they are paying to tell some record company which flavor of crap - A or B - they would like to have shoved down their ear holes for the next year.
Things are going to be different when I'm king.
And many, many people responsible for putting american idol together will be the first to feel my wrathful, smitting hand of justice.
And then I will turn my attention to the Hasselhoff.

Guess who's going to be sleeping a little easier once this baby shows up!
I can think of about ten reasons right off the top of my head why a bed-mounted holster might not be a wise thing to have. Most of them involve me taking a slug to the foot in a midnight bathroom-related injury.

Remember, this flat piece of plastic is "Not Available in Stores!"
Apparently at one time in our history Gretna, Louisianna was the countries hub of innovative breakdanicng supplies.
I would venture to guess Gretna is now just a pathetic shell of what it once was during the Break Board boom days of 1986. The "salad days" of breakin', if you will.