This week's offering is heavily exaggerrratttted from an actual conversation this week between myself, a fellow student, and one of our professors from last semester. What began as a friendly chat about grades and finals quickly deterioriated into a lengthy diatribe from the professor about how every year he's surprised by the sheer ignorance of his students when it comes to finals gradin' time. It's good to know that my test was toward the less crappy end of "shitty."
Kudos to Michael Powell for launching a full-scale investigation into the Super Bowl halftime show. We're living in an era of unprecedented media conglomeration, and the very concepts of "local voice" and "media diversity" will probably be awkward memories 20 years from now, and our man in the FCC is dedicating his life to ridding the airwaves of curse words and boobies. Maybe Powell Jr. and John Ashcroft can get together and form the boob covering club, and they can go around overspending government funds on covering up boobs wherever they may lie. They could call themselves "Boobs Against Boobs."
And what in the hell was that thing through Janet's nipple?