Maybe You’ll Be Happy
I have a distrubing love-hate relationship with MTV. I’ve been disappointed by Music Television on so many levels and yet I can’t stop myself from watching endless episodes of Pimp My Ride and Viva La Bam. MTV is like an abusive spouse and I keep convincing my friends to give MTV a chance, someday he’ll change! Someday he’ll realize he doesn’t have to punk me. It is my theory that MTV’s quality percantage would significantly increase if they stopped airing Punk’d. The show comprises of seriously lacking pranks which usually involve actors dressed as police officers telling bad news to badly tanned celebrities. Here’s an idea: instead of pretending to repossess Justin Timberlake’s belongings why don’t you use all that money for the prank to save the home of a low-income family from actually, truly, really getting repossessed. Or did I just fucking blow your mind?
I have to admit, watching the first 5 minutes of Punk’d is like peeking into the window of a mental ward at an insane asylum. There’s Ashton Kutcher: precariously perched on a stool in the middle of an empty room, head darting in every direction and talking to himself.
I was so eager to put up a plugboard that I neglected to test whether it actually worked. It doesn’t. And I can’t seem to get it to work. As a result, I remain plugless. There are, however, some updates in the Cool Shit section. Lovely Meian sent me an envelope with some stationary inside. I loved every sheet and I’ve scanned a few so that everyone can appreciate them. You’ll notice that most of them, despite their best efforts to convey friendship, don’t make any sense. Still, I’m sure some might make great additions to a layout.
Remember: If there’s anything you need all you have to do is say you know you satisfy everything in me.
