What's The Deal With My Brain?

Bob Dylan with Starbucks, Vicky's Titties, and Cadillac. Ok fine, Bob gets a pass. He's paid his dues for decades. Still wigs me out but I will forgive and try to forget. But the trend continues in a most disturbing way.

Violent Femmes as a hamburger theme song (did they miss the lines "big hands I know you're the one) made me giggle almost as much as I did when The Great White Hope (Ronald Reagan) used the term "songs of hope" to describe Springsteen's Born In The USA. Born down in a dead man's town....

Higher still on the WTF scale is the odd use of Iggy's Lust For Life for a cruise ship. Who knew ear fucking was a water sport? I laughed with glee at the Oasis/BIG PHONE COMPANY All Around The World. Shot to shit Liam and Noel's holier than thou attitude.

But now...now Rivers has sold out. Island In The Sun for Beaches Resort?!!?

Imperfect Situation

And now Big Salad!

As The 10th Impact Shimmered The Forbidden Candles Beamed

This is a guilt post. Seriously, I am exhausted but I feel guilt over not actually writing anything. Gah. Blog guilt =(

On the plus side I got my first issue of Gothic Beauty yesterday and I had a nice evening reading and watching Rockstar Supernova. Go Storm Go! Although I like Dilana.

Anyhow, the mag is really lovely. Nice glossy pages and a great interview with Poppy Z. Brite. I highly recommend it. And gorgeous models and clothes.

Oh and something really really bad was advertised. Not bad as in awful, but bad as in, "damn I could get obsessed by this idea" kinda bad. That would be spending Halloween in Dracula's castle. The really real one. Kidlet was into that idea too.

And now, I have put forth words to page so I am outta here. The Big Salad awaits.