and the grammy goes to -- simpsons christmas boogie!

So -- are we going to start referring to Jive as the "PR Devils" now? Somebody tell me, so I can get my tinfoil hat ready!

JC's not Justin. He's not gonna set up camp on the media circuit or bother to follow deadlines. Which is fine, that's cool, that's the way he is and that's why we love him...so I don't see why Jive needs to be demonized for JC's album/singles not coming out when they're "expected". The guy's on hiatus, he seems to be doing the album for fun, not Grammy gold and sales figures and photoshoots in tight t-shirts. If there is an eventual shiny media blitz, I'll be the first to eat my words, but until then? I reserve the right to highly doubt that JC's so naive that he'd let Big Bad Jive screw him over.

So, spleen vented -- here's a lovely picture of ( the boy himself! )

and now, the mad marge dancers!

I got to see chootoy and have a free lunch today! Nothing says fun like food you don't have to pay for, even if it is a veggie burger eaten while perched on a dried-up fountain.

Randomly, I used to know a lot of big words back in the ol' murder pohleece days. I love the sparkly boys with all my heart and most of my wardrobe, but they just don't let you play with your vocabulary the way Munch does. My Homicide fic almost reads as if it was written by a different person, and I have the sneaking suspicion that I'm a lot dumber now. Please, don't hasten to agree. *g*

In closing, Robert Duvall is a jackass (link from darkvictory). I don't even have anything to say about his Canada-hate because it's obvious he's mentally degenerating, but at least he's not (unrelatedly) deluded like this, as has been pointed out.