suavely deranged

Boy, is my face red. Needless to say, heads have rolled over THIS one, as my entire research department had their heads wedged completely up their stupid asses earlier today.

Pink slips for tout le monde! All and sundry, even.

Dreadful etiquette, humblest apologies, for I've committed yet another in a seemingly endless string of sins of omission: today, February 17th, 2006 is the 25th birthday of she who has given us endless hours of entertainment; and I very nearly missed it, until I was looking up next week's lists. Thank you, IMDB!

Sincerest birthday wishes to (One Night in) Paris Hilton (video). For who and what she is. For her sheer, blinding talent. For the fact that I enjoy the thought of free accommodations at Hilton Hotels/Resorts worldwide. Sure, she can't fuck for shit and she needs to eat more, but her head technique's pretty solid.

All right, resume your toils and troubles. The weekend's almost here. The USA's Women's Hockey juggernaut has been defeated in a shootout by Sweden. And the Las Vegas oddsmakers are diving off the top of ghostbar. Say it ain't so, Cammi Granato.

Me, I'm old school: whenever I see the word shootout, I think cops and angry black men. Blaze of Glory, all that sort of thing. But that's likely just me.

All righty then, off to wrestle with my new MP3 player and then e-mail Sony for assistance.