So these new apps have caused quite the commotion, eh? The talk of the cybertown, really.
Some have found them annoying. Big, BIG, BIGG stars like Dave Navarro and Kevin Smith even had to blog to let us regular folks with ordinary lives exactly what they thought about them. So eloquently put, guys. BRA-fucking-VO!
(BTW, you're worth as much as your latest works, which amounts to... let me see... sales from your latest record, multiplied by box office figures... then divide by critics' reviews... substract word-of-mouth and credibility... add a few laughs, just for kicks... well, what do you know... ZERO!!!)
Others enjoyed them for the priceless joy they provided. Admit it, people, you've always wanted the 'Meister as your pet!
(a warning, though: I tend to pee on carpets)
A few were cautious of the whole situation and stayed on the sidelines. This IS MySpace, after all, where your account will get phished if you don't change your password every fifteen minutes.
(here's a tip: stop using passwords like 'lovemachine01', 'erectpenis007' and 'hillary2008' - spammers are in on the joke)
You might think these apps are a fad. After all, after hitting the scene with a BANG!, they seem to have vanished off the face of the Earth and joined that new fancy new rich text editor we've been promised for a year.
But they're not gone. The novelty effect might have worn off, but hey're still here. In fact, I have it on good authority that Tom has gone totally appshit for them, and that a whole new batch of apps is about to hit the scene. My informer, who shall remain nameless to avoid lawsuits (losing all that cybermoney made from buying and selling pets in the process) and risk being banished to Facebook forever, has provided me with a 'top secret' leak, straight from Mr. Anderson's office.
So here it is:
A BLOU'S CLUES exclusive - A NEW MYSPACE APP!
Hey, (your name here), I just hired you as my personal secretary!
No, I don't mean grrred killer babies - although that part about these children being "always born of one extremely intelligent parent and one artistic parent" fits Mama Blou and I perfectly. Hey, it's from News Of The World, so it must be legit, right?
(* C.O.U.G.H., C.O.U.G.H.*)
What I meant to say was that I'm a (not so) mean, (almost) lean, baby-making machine.
Damn skippy I am.
If the few pics I posted of my daughter over the last year and a half still haven't convinced you, consider Exhibit X:
What the Hell are you waiting for? Get your ass over at Brizzle's and read the damn story!
(don't miss it: it's a Bill-arious two-parter, and it features some nifty photoshopped pics by yours truly)
Enjoy the three-hour tour. And since I'm in a pimpin' mood this morning (just got off the phone with Eliot Spitzer), while you're at it, check out Carol's fun boutique over at CaféPress. Think about how much better decaf coffee will taste in a wonderful Obama mug, or how good you'd look in one of the following:
More fabulous stuff online. Fill that shopping bag with goodies!
And now, back to our regular programming. Party on!
To put things in perspective, bear in mind that Mister A'Busey (word gets around fast in LA LA Land - that's what he's being called these days) is talking to an 11-year old reporter at a post-Oscars fundraiser for Children Uniting Nations.
How many more months of this do we have to take? The shame-on-yous, the I-always-get-the-first-questions, etc... Oh, and Nader's back. Whoop-dee-do.
Don't think I'm making fun of my American friends. Up here in The Great White North, our politicians are scared shitless about going on election, and opposing parties try to work together and take as few important decisions as possible, to the point that a columnist suggested that Parliament should close for a while, and only reopen after summer has come and passed.
I'd vote for that guy.
Currently
listening
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American Idiot
By
Green Day
Release date: 21 September, 2004
