it's a brisk 70 degrees fahrenheit here and MY AIR CONDITIONER HAS ACTUALLY BEEN TURNED OFF. praise Jesus.

in other news, i've been watching the train wreck known as "hit me baby one more time". don't ask me why, because i don't know either. apparently, acts from the 80's and early 90's, who have long since fallen off the national radar, return to possibly humiliate themselves on nationwide television. for the most part, this is successfully accomplished. aging rockers go far beyond the realms of comedy, and straight into pure sadness. tiffany, of "i think we're alone now" fame, paired a decent voice with hideous outfits. i don't seem to recall her ever being that... er... busty. is she pregnant? i hope she's pregnant. or maybe nursing. the phrase "breasts as big as your head" kept chanting through my mind. yikes.

however, amidst the Remakes Gone Wrong feel of the night, i was pleasantly reminded of arrested development [uh, the group, not the show]. sadly, i missed "tennessee", but caught their rendition of "heaven" by los lonely boys. nice. though i never have understood the deal with the old man. what's the deal with the old man? i don't get it.

and you wonder why i haven't been blogging. this is it, folks. lame-o.