I don't care

[ksmith]

...about Britney Spears. Passed out at a nightclub. Snatch shots. D-I-V-O-R-C-E. Fed-Ex. With Paris. Without Paris. I have heard all these terms--well, except 'snatch shot,' which is undeniably crude**, but shorter and more to the point than the twee "photographed without her panties"--from adults who should be ashamed of themselves for reporting this tripe. I change the station, and There She Is Again.

Showing a story about her, followed by a Cialis commercial, takes real timing.

Keith Olbermann--I know it's a story your producers force you to cover. You could at least wear a fake nose during that part of the newscast in order to hide your identity.

They say "The Public Wants To Know." Who is this Public of which they speak? No one I know *cares*. And they're smart, well-informed folk. With televisions.

For the record, I also don't care about Paris, Lindsay, Brangelina, who Jennifer is kissing now, or American Idol in any way, shape, or form. One of my 2007 resolutions is to continue this trend.

**I have moments of undeniable crudity. I used to shock my dad, the Marine. I hide it until I can't stand it anymore. I have been called "tasteless" in the past. I will likely, at some point, be called "tasteless" in the future.

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[kristine-smith.livejournal.com]

**This comment may be seen as tasteless all on its own, but given the topic I was responding to, figured I'd be covered by irony, at the least.***

Well, if we ironed your tongue, at least it would be warm.

Tasteless At Twenty Paces? Ball's in your court, Sparky.

And I can't even blame the drugs. It was so long ago, after all...

(*boo hiss* on the migraine--hope it vanishes soonest)

[coppervale.livejournal.com]

Warm? I got warm covered.

Built up the fire to warm up and rest a bit more, and didn't notice one of the sparks that jumped out when I tossed on a log. I thought I was smelling an electrical fire until I realized my shirt was ablaze.

I now have a Starchild t-shirt with a four-inch hole in it.

[kristine-smith.livejournal.com]

Starchild almost went nova.

Ow--how did you not burn yourself?

I have a woodburning fireplace, so I know about sparkage, not to mention chimney fires, mice in the woodpile, and "dammit--who closed the damper?"

[coppervale.livejournal.com]

Undershirt of apparently better (or at least sturdier) quality than the t-shirt.

I'm getting a new shirt: "It's 2007, and I'm on fire!!"

[kristine-smith.livejournal.com]

I'm getting a new shirt: "It's 2007, and I'm on fire!!"

Hey, a place to put your iron!

And we come full circle.