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The "other people are funny, so I don't have to be" edition. I'm at about 85% capacity after resting up all week. Of course, all of that shall be thrown out the window starting tonight. Relapse, woo! *sniff*

Anyhoo, best line of the week in the most random place -- Gizmodo on the Jaguar Black iPod:

My guess? I think the original iPods were black, and then were later changed to white, just like they did to Jesus.

[via Defamer]

TMFTML on a potential new reality series for HBO or maybe Skinemax:

We were talking to a friend the other day who suggested that there should be some sort of American Idol, but for porn. (We came up with the title Who Wants to Suck My Cock?) The scenario seems to construct itself: You have the vapid judge who applauds every performance ("Wow, you really took that double-headed dildo well! I love your energy!"), the judge who litters his criticism with meaningless "hip" phrases ("Aiiight, dawg, I wasn't really feelin' it until you pulled out and nutted in her face, but you did aiiight."), and, of course, the total dick judge ("That blowjob was appalling. I've seen better suction on a pushbroom."). You could even have an idiot host with an equally idiotic catchphrase ("Seacrest out! And in! And out! And in! And out!")

And the show in question. [via Matos]

Closing in on the Prick of the Year: Is it Dame Diddy or Dame Dummy?

Is the outfit too bland? Too much white?

"Too much white?" retorts Dash. "That's what I would wear regularly - simple, fly and fresh to def."

Then he gets defensive.

"You can't do so much with a hundo," he says. "Damn. I got socks, sneakers, shirts, shorts. What do y'all expect from me? This is fresh. You're killing me. I'm done."

With that, his assistant hands him his phone, and Dash - who has just launched a magazine and purchased a BBC TV station - is already laughing with the person on the other end of the line as he descends the escalator stairs.

A Ford E350 Super Duty truck is outside waiting for him, along with his entourage.

Condoleezza Rice, sex symbol?:

If you're Steve Earle, she is. The rebel cowboy professes his love for Rice in the song "Condi, Condi" on his new CD "The Revolution Starts...Now" in what might just be the first love song to a national security adviser.

"You be the flower and I'll be the bumblebee/Oh she loves me; oops, she loves me not/

People say you're cold, but I think you're hot."

The country singer also croons:

"They say you're too uptight, I say you're not/Dance around me spinnin' like a top/Oh, Condi, Condi, don't ever stop."

While cynics may see the song as satire, Earle sincerely believes her power is an aphrodisiac. He recently told a skeptical writer for the music magazine Ice, "Well, don't you think she's kind of hot?"

No comment comes to mind, except: is it really that surprising it's a country song?

The worst songs of great rockers list is so off...minus "Ebony and Ivory." Schmaltzy piece of shit. I have daymares occasionally of Wes pal christened Mr. President by Jay-V singing that in his own sarcastic way. In general, that song wasn't not funny but when he did it, I at least laughed. Anyhoo, "Numb" is a good song (but not as great as Lemon, natch. Yeah, I liked Zooropa, alright?!) and anyone who has heard it knows that The Edge is not rapping. You can reach and call it spoken word, but it's really just speaking a la "Meditate." And they know they thought it was sexy when Michael Hutchence did it. Plus, I think these writers have a bit of a ballad bias. It's okay to be sappy once in a while, people! [via Babelogue]

Posted by Candicissima at July 16, 2004 09:43 AM