Bad Music, Bad Business And Other Thoughts On The American Way (The Sunday ‘Look, Up In The Sky’ Remix)
So Beyonce decides to give her impressions of The Blogging Times. She doesn’t mention the Blog Herald once in her review but does talk about RSS feeds and some kind of way drops her readers off at a site talking about Viagra, black people and Hurricane Katrina. Funny. And does anyone know why she got rid of her old site? I mean, I know what she said, but…
So there is a thread going on at the Velvet Rope about the worst songs of the ’90’s. Despite the fact that most Ropers are pretty pretentious when it comes to music the list they have come up with is diverse and mostly filled with songs which would make you tear your ears off. I mean let’s be real, Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch? What was that about? Or the songs about God hanging out on buses and shit? And how could the entire Ace Of Base catalog not make it? Anyway, it’s funny (in a ‘damn, I like that song, motherfucker!’ kind of way).
Candice and a another cool chick who made me promise never to mention her name again on my site, continue to put New Orleans in perspective for me. I’m really torn about moving my ragtag operations there. I need to work on my bravery.
I checked out the new Netscape so you don’t have to.
Everyone seems to be bashing PayPerPost. That means there is something there. Real people like the folks who blog on MySpace and Youtube will have no problem selling out for a few bucks. It’s the fucking American Way (even if the phrase isn’t mentioned in the new Superman flick.)
Here’s my vote for worse song of the 90’s.