Saturday, December 18, 2004
Talking Head Confessions
There was a tiny little part of me, a part whose existence I am loathe to acknowledge, that was deathly afraid that I would fall hopelessly in love with my televised image, a fate that befalls so many other people in this town. Luckily, thirteen seconds of air time (culled from an hour of semi-coherent pop culture babbling) forever cured me of any such fears. I am, however, actively researching surgical options to correct the problem of my enormous head. The fine doctors of Los Angeles can probably lop off a good 3/4 of it, with the only side effects being a small drooling problem and a diminished ability to tie my shoes without assistance. And while I'm there, maybe they can hack off one of my ass cheeks so that I can sit up straight in a chair.
It'd be totally worth it, man.
[In other news, I was once again bitten by The Apprentice recapping bug. I hope I didn't come off as too jealous over the revelation that Raj had coffee with Robin.]