R.E.M. breaks up. They were still together? Huh. I really wish I cared about this. I do. I know it’s un-cool to not like R.E.M. Here’s a few quick reasons this headline made me say, “next”:
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| "John Michael Stipe" John Malkovich |
· It’s vexing how much lead singer John Michael Stipe looks like John Malkovich. I’m convinced they are the same person.
· R.E.M. doesn’t stand for anything in relation to this band. There’s random and then there’s just blatant attention getting. “Oh, we’re so cool, our name doesn’t mean anything because we want to project a non-conformist image.” Or something like that.
· They have the kind of songs that you dig…the first 238 times you hear them. After that their tunes play back in your head the rest of the day and make you want to hurt yourself. I’m losing my religion…and my damn mind.
· John Micheal Stipe (a.k.a. John Malkovich) just released naked photos of himself. R.E.M. hasn’t been in the headlines for awhile, so maybe he’s enjoying this “breakup” buzz just a little too much and didn’t want it to end. This is me, crossing my fingers, hoping he hasn’t made a sex tape. Y.U.C.K.
Facebook changes….again. Dear Facebook, isn’t it enough that you have taken the American public hostage with your “Face-crack” approach to staying connected? Now you’ve got to change it up every once in awhile, aggravating the masses. And the Facebookers who AREN’T annoyed with the changes are annoyed by the outcry from the users who are. P.S. Thanks for that nifty little sidebar telling the whole world WHAT I’m doing and WHEN I’m doing it. How am I supposed to sneak on FB at work with my bosses able to track my every move now? Brilliant. (Just kidding, bosses. Kind of.) What’s next? Will the sidebar start to read: “Kat snarfed grimace proportions at dinner and just belched louder than a sailor after a 6-pack of beer?” Or “Kat really needs to get her roots done. Will someone please tell her it looks like a rat died atop her head?” Or “Does Kat really think that is a sound wardrobe choice?” Or “Check out the hunk o spinach in Kat’s teeth. It’s called a toothpick, Kat, look into it!”





