'rebecca, where are you?' is a question a number of you are asking.
well there were rallies to attend and hot men.
looking around i thought, 'good god! you buried the lead!'
i should have been stressing the pick up factor to those who were on the fence.
and since i had to work tonight with third estate sunday review, i knew i'd have to score big friday night. tell pat benetar to put another notch in the old lipstick case.
i'm really glad to read 1 e-mail. it was from the woman who e-mailed before who wanted to attend a rally in her area but was nervous about going. she went to a candle light vigil last night
and had a great time. she was planning to go to a rally today.
tara e-mailed 'if you are taking time off for the protests, couldn't you have prepared entries in advance like c.i. did?'
tara, i'm not c.i. my name is rebecca. (to paraphrase a really bad country song of 70s.)
seriously, do you think i do a great deal of planning from 1 day to the next about what i'm going to write here? c'mon, tara, you know the answer to that.
the third estate gang and c.i. were also all at protests and to hear every 1 talk, it was great, it was rewarding but every 1's exhausted. there will be a third estate sundy review edition but right now they're tossing around options like not meeting the usual deadline they have set for themselves.
i'm committed to assisting them and i think you'll find something of interest tomorrow if you check.
but in the meantime, let me highlight two things you may have missed from last sunday's edition.
ava and c.i. wrote a hilarious and true review of smallville:
Remember how Lex Luther's father ended up in Clark's body and how we're not going into details. Just know it happened. This gives Tom Welling the opportunity to strut around shirtless for a bit (which seems to be the main purpose of the show). He's wearing pants and nothing else. And he primps in the mirror. Then he pulls out his waistband and sneaks a peak inside the pants to see what's Clark's packing (remember Lex Luther's father is now in Clark's body). (Has been for hours and hours but apparently Clark didn't need to piss at any point so it's news to Lex Daddy what Clark's packing.)
Looking up, Welling does a self-satisified smirk. And we're left thinking, "We are watching a show about Clark Kent, right?" Size queens and shirtless scenes, oh my.
Then it's time to make a phone call to allow for more shirtless time. Lot of flexing of the arms. Then Annette O'Toole enters as Martha.
And the writers apparently didn't think that mother Martha would notice that it wasn't Clark.
Oh sure, he seems a little different. Martha even asks if he's going out since he's all dressed up.
At that point we fell to ground laughing, folks. Why? Well other than the slacks, Clark's not wearing anything. All dressed to go out? What is he, Super Stripper?
and i'll draw your attention to an interview with the lovely, the talented, the sexy, the brilliant kat of kat's korner:
And blame it on radio which is totally corporate and a lot happier playing "songs" that are actually plugs for products. The whole listening hour can be turned into one long commercial.
And that's what we're seeing more and more. You date or fuck as a side story in the song, but you make your purchases first and foremost and then sport them because you're apparently only as good as your brands. The days of introspection are postponed when your Air Jordans or whatever instantly tell the world you've got it.
I can remember when there were actual songs about actual real life events on the radio. I don't hear them on the radio that continues to push the Disney Kids at the expense of real artists.
