Ashlee Simpson foiled again

Yes, it’s definitely a slow news day when that’s all people can talk about. Still, with all the disappointment of no hockey and the Janet Jackson boob incident still fresh in our minds, it’s no surprise to me that she got a Bronx cheer for screeching “live” through a “song.” She also sings off-key, if anyone’s noticed.



Um, her demographic is 11-16 year olds. Why in hell was she even at this sports event? Can’t they get someone who actually plays an instrument up there? Why is it always teenage MTV fodder? I know teenagers that don’t want to watch her. She’s on Jessica’s coattails, plain and simple.



I witnessed the SNL “hoedown” after the back-up track miscued. The reason? Acid reflux. Puhhhlease. What’s the excuse this time? Her costume and hair were dyed too black? How in hell do people like this get record contracts? Why is it always about youth?



That reminds me of the 1996 Grammy awards show when Mariah Carey didn’t win for “One Sweet Day.” I like her stuff, but I cannot express the joy I felt watching her pout in her glamorous golden dress. I think Rickie Lee Jones may have won that year. The Grammy voters finally got something right.



Ashlee, in a few years, will fade into obscurity. Jessica and Nick will either be parents or divorced. I am beginning to envision a world where anyone over the age of 27 will be taken out to a giant field, their legs broken, and shot. Like old horses. I simply don’t know what to listen to anymore. I do know that it’s harder and harder for me to turn on the radio. I simply don’t care what’s out there. If you’ve noticed, I’ve also not cared much about blogging.



December left me feeling blah, and I’m trying to do more things after work. I’m finally coming out of my cocoon, and it’s good. I work on a computer all day, I don’t want to go home to one unless it’s absolutely necessary. Dexter’s been enjoying the freshly washed synthetic purr pads near the radiator, so he doesn’t want to be on the computer, either.



What I really need to do is get the hang of my DVD player. I feel like Rainman trying to work those buttons.