Welcome to Musictown, May I Service You?

We have a blog here. For the past month I've been working. Like, actual work. Sucks. My temp is from the devil and my company has been bought. Bought by a big old fish. A fish so big that every day I walk into the office and await the arrival of my Musictown apron. If you don't know the reference and the quote, get the fuck out. Seriously. Where does that leave our blog? Don't know. I don't want to go away from it, to be sure, but damn if I can find the time I once gave to it. Will and Ranger are, I think, dead. Or something. Likely they just realized quickly that you can only say so much about Britney's vagina before you run out of the rum that allows you to give thought to such things. Sug and I went through those very same duldrums, which is what has made it so easy to allow work to take over without feeling too many pangs of guilt for neglecting this place. Those pangs have begun striking at me now, however. More than I miss Britney's vagina, I miss a place to talk badly about others which doesn't result in me having to run through the mall for doing that talking at a volume which allows others to hear me laughing at their hideous peasant blouses.

What am I getting at? Expect me in a limited capacity. I need somewhere to bitch about Avril Lavigne thinking she's original. I need somewhere to discuss the fact that Fox Reality Network is AWESOME and reran the entire season of Paradise Hotel this past weekend. I need somewhere to question the morality of a world that allows Hiltons and Olsens to show at Fashion Week. I need people who can ponder along with me just who in the hell Vanessa Hudgens is and why I'm supposed to care that she's naked. And also, wasn't that LC sex tape scandal like five months ago? Why doesn't Ryan Seacrest bitchslap people for bringing up five month old scandals on his show? These are the sort of things I need to discuss, and you are the only people with whom it is suitable to discuss them. Sound the trumpets. I have an internet connection and a bottle of Black Label at home, and I'm fixing to make fun of people.