The truth apparently cannot be handled by me

Thanks to TiVo I caught sections of Brittany and Kevin Chaotic, which was about as big of a train wreck as I have ever seen on television. The show basically consists of Brittany dragging a video camera around a tour, harassing her staff with questions about their sex lives and occasionally turning the camera around to make faces at it. You have 45 minutes or so of that before Kevin even shows up, and he resembles nothing if not Tully the virgin surgeon from Kids. This is clearly what happens when you fire your publicist, as I can't imagine anything Brittany could do to make herself look worse, as every camera shot is from 4 inches away so you can see her oily pores and whitheads, and her how hillbilly her accent sounds when she is just hanging loose. I can clearly only tolerate people like that if there is a paternity test at the end of show, maybe for the season finale.

Here I Go Again

So this is third time I have tried something like this, the first time was in 2001ish when I was temping, and I think I was slightly ahead of the curve. It lasted about two months and fell into disuse. Then Kate and I did a co-blog call House of Love during 2004 right in the midst of blogomania. Then the brick and mortar House of Love turned into a House of ...well hate wouldn't work, but lets say House of Awkward Co-Existence, and then into House of Under-furnished Loneliness, and the blog was a casualty of the end our relationship. So a couple of months ago I had some jokes about Mike Jones which I wanted to share with the world, and found myself without a general interest forum for them. So I did a Concussion re-start, of course now Blogs are now officially an overexposed joke, and starting one now is pretty lame. I am not confident that this will last any longer then either previous attempt, and I will probably start blogging again in three years or so, right when the whole thing becomes retro.