Chances are, most Staticblog readers will claim to be reading Moliere tonight, orwatching a DVD of a classic Norman Lear sit-com, or they’ll really be watching HBO’s highbrow sex soap “Tell Me You Love Me” coupled with the much anticipated return of “Curb Your Enthusiasm.” That’s just fine, kids — it really is — I’ll just be here, camped out on the couch and enduring the two-hour desperation spectacle that is the “2007 MTV Video Music Awards.”
And no, I don’t have a bad attitude. I am completely at your service tonight. So come around in 50 minutes to this space. We will have bright, sparkling, snarky fun with this business. I only hope I don’t have to see much of Sway after the bore-me-to-tears pre-show: I have the suspicion that Sway doesn’t really have dreadlocks under that enormous cap, and that he is, in fact, smuggling a smoked ham or a goiter under the thing.
So come back at 8. We’ll have a big sarcastic blast.
UPDATE: Nicole Scherzinger, the lead pseudo-singer for the Pussycat Dolls, is doing one of the worst lip-synch performances I’ve seen this century. If you release a solo album ostensibly to prove your talent, you should not come off like the Victoria’s Secret version of the Numa Numa kid from YouTube. No wonder she didn’t make the main show.