A Tuesday Sans Music

I was checking out Cee-lo on allmusic today, and under "Moods" it lists him as "Literate." That's nice. I'm glad that he can read and write. Other mood highlights: "Freewheeling, Trippy, Good-Natured, and Organic" OMG! Cee-lo is sooo orgah-nic. If he went to Wes, he'd live in Budhist House fo' sho'.

You know, Silence of the Lambs is a great movie, but I always felt like it was lacking something...perhaps a musical number or two? Well, my prayers have been answered, because Jon & Al Kaplan have composed SILENCE!, the Silence of the Lambs musical (shout out to Allison for this find). "If I Could Smell Her Cunt" is going to win a Tony one of these days. Oh, and I just can't wait for them to finish RoboCop: The Musical!

George Lucas is going to guest star on The O.C.! Oh, right, no O.C. fan will care.

"Kevy, what does this pink line mean?"

Screw Kelly Clarkson's water bottle! Hot 89.9, "Ottawa's #1 Hit Music Station," is auctioning off Britney's used EPT. Hurry! You only have 3 more days to pay a batrillion dollars for a hunk of plastic that Brit stuck up her 'gine-'gine... or peed on... or something. Whatevs, I'm no gyno.

I'm all for Michael Bay directing The Transformers (even if Voltron was 13,000 times better), but The Birds? Uh-un, Mikey. Don't touch Hitchcock. Didn't you see the 1998 remake of Psycho? Case-in-point.

Has anyone read Chris Van Allsburg's Zanthura? "Two squabbling brothers are propelled into deepest, darkest space while playing a mysterious game they discovered in the basement of their old house....Unless they finish the game and reach the planet Zathura, they are doomed to be trapped in outer space forever." Sounds like Jumanji meets Deep Space Nine, right? Well, it is, and they're making it into a movie. So, not only did Chris Van Allsburg write two of the same book, but now there'll also be a movie for each. Sadly, the second installment of the "Board Games from Hell" series will feature neither Robin Williams nor Kirsten Dunst. A moment of silence, please.

Wait. I know this was on Pink. Tammy Fay's losing her eyelashes to cancer. Oh, no! They're her trademark! blah, blah, blah... But can we pay attention to the last paragraph? Isn't she a televangelist? Now, I don't claim to know WWJD, but Jesus would def not host a tranny show.

Like any savvy cross-media mogul, Paris Hilton refused to strip to anything but her own album when filming House of Wax. Her song of choice? "Screwed." I'm not even gonna touch that one.

Put the fucking lotion in the basket,
Justin

PS: iTunes obviously forgot that today was Tuesday. Thus, I will have to do "New Music Tuesdays" at a later time.