Archive for February 1st, 2004

CBS Apologizes for Jackson’s Exposure

CBS apologized on Sunday for an unexpectedly R-rated end to its Super Bowl halftime show, when singer Justin Timberlake tore off part of Janet Jackson top, exposing her breast.

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It was unclear whether Timberlake intended to expose Jackson’s breast.

Unclear, my ass. It was planned. Why else was she* wearing a pastie? Was Janet planning on going pole dancing after the half?

pic via yahoo

What is the deal with the Jackson’s penchant for filth?

* I’m not convinced Janet Jackson is real. Given Michael’s penchant for surgery, this “Janet” could be nothing more than strategically placed silicone and shoe polish.

I prefer it when the regional teams suck. I can ignore them, then.

Impressions:

1.) If the flag desecration amendment had ever been adopted they would have hauled Kid Rock off the stage five minutes ago.

Too bad.

2.) The commercials have all sucked.

3.) Janet Jackson? What is this, 1992?

Howard Dean Meets the Press

A bazooka is basically a hollow length of pipe that you stuff a rocket into. So anybody with a mailbox mounted on a pipe, a gas or water line, or a drainage pipe, has half a bazooka on their front law already. I think he may have meant a howitzer, which is a field artillery piece. But that?s what you get when you go skiing in Colorado in lieu of risking your ass in VietNam.

El-ahrairah and the Gendarme

If you are lucky (or unlucky) enough to speak and understand the French language, when you are pulled over by a French policeman, the first thing you do is suddenly forget how to speak, understand, read, write, sign, etc, the French language. This forces them to communicate in English, which seems to get them all flustered, etc., and they will eventually leave you alone.

Tommy Tomlinson on why the Super Bowl matters.

I will warn you, the more you learn, the more complicated it gets. You’ll find out that a lot of athletes think laws were meant for someone else. You’ll find out that teams are more interested in power and speed than character. You’ll find out that some of these Panthers — millionaires up and down the roster — complained during Super Bowl week because their hotel wasn’t choice enough.

Eventually these things drive some people away from sports. They can’t divorce that ugliness from the beauty of the game.

Except: Frank Sinatra, by most accounts one of the biggest jerks who ever lived, still sang “The Way You Look Tonight.” Vincent Van Gogh, so mad at the world he cut off his ear, still painted “Starry Night.” James Brown, just arrested on a charge of domestic violence, still gave the world “Cold Sweat.”

You can write them off if you want to. But as we look through this world for joy and love and belonging, we don’t get to choose the delivery system. You can’t pick the person you fall in love with. It just happens.

She’s no sports fan by any stretch of the imagination, but the Sainted Wife teared up reading it.

Not that either of us think they’re going to win, but still……

Go Panthers.