Rediscover Communication

Well tonite i tuned in to veiw the last half of the MTV 2002 Movie Awards. I was presented with among other things, hyper skinny cokehead actresses... and the kind of men that show up just a little scruffy ... not too scruffy... just scruffy enough so its cute.
Anyways... the most disturbing part I witnessed was Keli Osbourne's performance of Papa Don't Preach....
Now don't get me wrong. There was not much wrong with the performance. There wasn't anythng exceptional about it either. With all the vocal processing and echo effects it came across more like osbourne karaoke night. Complete with an introduction by senile burnt out Ozzy, and clips to mom and brother during the performance as they support her.
They finally made that cross marketing leap... they brought the family drama to the senseless award show. I mean... how can you scrutinize her performance when you almost know her....

Ok back on track

anyways....
I kept thinking about that one episode when she goes to the Zwan show with Elijah Wood... and she comes back and says it was boring elevator music.
I and here this hormone saturated little girl is shaking her chubby little 80's butt around on stage.... part of the machine... COVERING a MADONNA song.....
jesus christ
does she think she has ANYTHING on billy corgan?
just before the end of her performance i had a daydream of billy coming out on stage with his full black leather getup... and just using force powers.... to make her stay down on her knees.... locking her in a submissive position until she just accepts the fact that she will never create anything close to what billy has.

then i returned to reality...
*sigh*
i think i've been playing too much jedi