From Forbes:
So far, we have confirmed the birth dates for 613 of our 793 billionaires. Of those, more than 70, or roughly 12%, were born between Aug. 23 and Sept. 22, making this earth sign [Virgo] the most common among billionaires.
So either astrology is bullshit or I'm even more of a loser than when I woke up this morning. Or both. Both, most likely.
So there I am, minding my own business, shopping at Borders. I walk through the DVD section–force of habit, like I really need to buy any more DVDs. What do I spy but some genius has placed the Left Behind Collection among the featured documentaries. So I put it back where it belongs, filing it under comedy.
No charge, Borders. You're welcome.
I've heard it and I still can't believe it. Are you fucking kidding? Britney Spears loves rock and roll as equally as she loves good taste, another thing she's never been properly introduced to.
I almost feel sorry for her, since for a fleeting picosecond she was Something instead of what she is now, which is I Can't Believe It's Not Xtina.
I just can't get over that cover song. Sade could have rocked that song with more oomph backed only by Tiny Tim on ukelele–and he's dead.
At least though, with The Black Rider, I can get a sense of the show itself from the album. I have no clue about Franks Wild Years. Would love to see that staged. Or just the book. Or anything.
Too much cool shit and the world is still too big.
Hi, by the way. Sorry I've been away. I was bedridden for a few days by a memetic virus. How was your weekend?
This is me.
No, really.
I am a writer, poet, spoken word performer, actor, singer, improviser, content creation and idea machine, freelance iconoclast, and the internet's janitor that dispenses pop culture wisdom to the protagonist of your choice. I have seen too many movies, read too many comic books, and when the zombies finally come, I'm the one you want to call. I sure as hell won't answer the phone, but it's the thought that counts. I advise people on the net, websites and technology, because I know these things instead of having a life or sleeping.
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